Heart of Ice

Chapter 14

Rhys
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I stare into her beautiful ice blue eyes. "Now let's finish the ice skating, hmm?" I say trying to have a cold tone. Iris nods, holds my hand and we continue skating.

I'm still shakey on the ice, but I'm getting used to it. We skated for an hour and a half. I kept the skates I bought at the back of my car.

"I have some...uh...work to do, moonlight." I say. "Okay," she says with a sad tone. "Tomorrow there's an event, I'll text you all the details later, okay?" I say.

"Alright," she replies. I drive her back to her home. "Thanks for today," she smiles warmly. I nod and give her a small smile. I don't leave until I make sure she's inside.

Now. My 'work' needs to be done. I drive to my office. I get inside. I have to make a phone call.

"Hello?"
"Hello, Marcus, it's Rhys."
"Oh Rhys, what can i do for you? By the way we found new suspects in Iris's case."
"Thats good. I need you to find the exact location of a person for me."
"Alright sure. I have to tell Isabelle to do it, I'm packed with work."
"No problem."
"Tell me his name, appearance and some information on them."
"Name: Andre Miller
Appearance: Blonde. Brown eyes.
He's a former figure skater. I'm not sure if he still does it though."
"Alright, I'll get back to you."

I end the call. 4 hours later, Marcus's girlfriend, Isabelle, calls me giving me all the necessary information.

I get into my car and drive to this man's home. I reach the house within 30 minutes. I get out of my car and knock on his front door. I was seriously gonna f*ck him up for mistreating Iris.

"Hello?" he says as he opens the door. He stands in front of me not knowing who I am. "Are you Andre Miller?" I ask coldly. He nods with a serious expression.

"What do you w-" before he could finish his sentence, I give him a hard slap across his face. "What the actual f*ck!?" he shouts. "Why the hell did you torture Iris like that?" I ask coldly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he says with a guilty yet serious expression. I slap him again, this time even harder. "Fine, fine, I was her skating partner and ex-boyfriend," he snaps.

"Why the f*ck would you be abusive to such a sweet and beautiful person?" I says coldly. "All I was doing was trying to make her better. She didn't match up to my standards so I tried to help her," he says.

"By f*king starving her? By s*xually assaulting her? You're just a sick b*stard," I say coldly as I grab his collar and push him against a wall. "I swear to god, you better f*king call Iris and apologize to her," I snap.

"That b*tch ruined my career by quitting," he trembles. "Don't you ever call her a b*tch," I say as I punch him in the face causing his nose to bleed.

"I'd honestly do anything in my power to ruin that girls career like she did to mine. Even if it kills her, or even me," he says with a psychotic voice.

"Just apologize and stay the f*ck away from her," I say as I leave his house slamming the door behind me. I get into my car and drive back to my office.

What if it was him who framed Iris?