Chapter 7

"I am a man more sinned against, than sinning." — King Lear (Act III, Scene II)

"Jase, you look like hell. Haven't you slept last night?" Xavier mockingly questioned, as the cop's eyes became blind with rage. All was going on Klein's head was, the CEO has that audacity to murder people so brutally, and then his sorry arse pretends like he never even had homicidal tendencies?

"Xavier, I swear on Satan, confess your crime already." Klein's voice was an angry growl, to which the other composed man rolled his eyes.

"I have not killed —" Before he could repeat the same sentence he'd been spewing for the last few days, Klein's fist connected to his jaw, which sent the other person tumbling backwards.

"Seriously, Klein? Manhandling?" He gave the agitated cop a devious smirk, rubbing the bloody end of his busted lip with his fingers. Jase didn't know what should be done to just make him confess. This guy had too far a calm demeanor to be handled this easily.

Klein thought quickly, but he found a solution; that wouldn't be the best one at this moment, but he had no other choice. He stepped in the penthouse, harshly grabbing the collar of the man who had already been hurt. He didn't know why, but Winter couldn't stop smiling. Was he really a psychopath?

"Confess. Your. Crimes." The angry cop seethed through his gritted teeth, his face about an inch apart from Winter's. Instead of providing him with a confession, the CEO broke out into a fit of hysterical laughter.

"Okay, let me get this straight. Previously, it was crime. And now it's crimes? Singular number changed to plural?" He let out a hearty chuckle, after which Klein slapped him hard across the cheek. Xavier's composed eyes changed into anger for a moment, but then, he quickly regained himself again.

His navy blue suit was a mess, his shirt creased and a few buttons opened, his hair all tousled and his lip, bleeding. The CEO shrugged the slap off a way only Winter could. But questionable thing was, why wasn't he hitting Klein back? Without another word, Klein tackled him to the ground, as he let out a groan.

That groan did things to Jase which he'd never admit, but, that wasn't what he was focusing on at this moment. He sat himself on top of Xavier's legs, and pulled him a bit up, by tugging on his shirt collar. But, all Winter did was smirk. God, he was a masochist — or so the cop assumed. Who gives sexual expressions when they're getting beaten up for hell's sake? He pulled his face closer to Winter, as he took in a deep breath.

"Confess, Winter." He hissed, this time in a lower tone, but it was thicker and scarier than before. The CEO brought his lips closer to the intended cop, as he grinned.

"It's you who should be confessing, Klein." He stated, throwing his head back, chuckling. What was there for Jase to confess? He didn't know.

"I didn't do anything, you son of bitch. What confession are you talking about?" The cop snapped, as Xavier raised his eyebrows in a mocking gesture, as he cocked his head to one side.

"The feeling that you get when you're sitting on my crotch, Klein. Come on, tell me. Doesn't it feel good? How would it feel in real sense? Me inside you?" His voice was a husky whisper, and Klein swallowed. He quickly regained his self, as he hastily got up from Winter, pulling him up by the collar.

"You're one fucked up son of a bitch." He growled, before hauling the other man across the room. And that's when Jase heard a clank sound. A sound of something falling to the floor. Winter's head hit the wall, as his forehead started bleeding. Suddenly, his calm exterior faded away and was replaced by unspoken contempt. When Klein glanced at him again, his calm composure was gone ans was replaced by wrath and humiliation.

The CEO straightened his suit and fixed his tie, as he slicked his hair back again, while Klein was in search for what fell on the floor. He couldn't quite locate it.

"Jase, could you please pick that arrow breech of mine from under your shoe?" He questioned, in a tone that was depicting anger as he rearranged his cufflinks. Jase stepped away, and saw an arrow breech on the floor. His hand went to his pocket, in search of the arrow breech he'd found in the crime scene and it was still there. Oh no.