But for tonight…
He’d just hide and sleep, and he’d just fake it until he could make it.
That was the story of his goddamn life.
His empty.
Pathetic.
Life.
Because tomorrow, he could never see this man again.
Fuck his life.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
In The Cemetery
Watching
Studying
Oh, he knew who she was, and he also knew that she’d ruined his collection.
It was a shame, too.
He’d worked a long time on that.
It had taken so many years to perfect his means of killing to get away with it.
Now, as he watched her in his space, he knew she would be the perfect adversary.
He loved a smart woman. There was something so deliciously entertaining about them.
Before, he’d been focused on his needs, and the way his collection made him feel.
Now, he’d be focused on how she reacted.
Let the twisted games begin.
Someone had met his match.
Finally.
Chapter Sixteen
The Cemetery
Monday Night
The Discovery
Well, holy Hell’s bells, this was one hot freaking mess if she ever saw one. Oh, this was definitely escalating in leaps and bounds, and it didn’t make her happy in the least to know they were stuck in the middle of it.
It wasn’t so much that she was targeted, because honestly, when wasn’t she?
That was the story of her goddamn life.
