The street is helpfully empty this time of night as we exit my Audi together.
Luke holds his smartphone, looking at a map. “This way.” He directs us to an emergency exit that leads us into a stairwell.
Savannah looks toward the top. “Ninth floor, right?”
Luke nods in confirmation, and Rory groans. “Next time, can we choose a target on a lower level, please?”
“Is there a reason we can’t take the elevator?” I frown.
Luke types on his phone for a minute. “Nope. We’re now invisible.”
“Thank God,” Rory sighs in relief.
We follow Luke to the elevator car, where the doors are already open and waiting for us. Inside, Rory pushes the button with the number nine and we wait. Light classical music makes the time pass quickly. Once we’re on the ninth floor, we find Warren’s door.
Savannah stops in her tracks. “I normally go through the window.”
“We’re here for you,” I remind her.
She nods, then goes to work, picking the lock. A light click lets us know she’s done. With a quiet turn of the knob, the door opens without a sound.
Most of the lights are off, and as we enter, we hear running water and off-key singing. Savannah slinks ahead, leading the way toward the sound. We end up in the master bedroom outside the en suite. Peering through the crack in the door, I confirm that it’s Warren butchering “Pocketful of Sunshine.” If Natasha Bedingfield could hear it, she’d sue. Luke and Rory burst into the bathroom, forcing Warren from the shower.
Warren tries to put up a fight, but Rory and Luke have a solid hold. “Let go of me!”
I step behind Warren and force him to his knees.
Savannah stalks forward, and Warren looks up at her and gulps. “Who are you?”
Savannah grabs Warren’s hair on top of his head, forcing him to crane his neck further. “I am your atonement.” She whips out her knife and thrusts his head forward as she slices him from ear to ear.
Rory, Luke, and Savannah release their hold on Warren, and he falls to the floor, clutching his neck. Warren gurgles, choking on his own blood, and stares up at Savannah with wide eyes. His struggles end in less than a minute.
Luke admires Savannah with wide eyes. “That was fucking hot.”
Rory tilts his head my way. “Is it normal to be turned on right now?”
With my focus on Savannah, I watch as her breasts push against her shirt with each inhale and exhale. Blood paints her chest and torso, and her eyes are wild.
Finally, I tell Rory, “Just go with it,” and stalk toward the center of my obsession.
CHAPTER 39
RORY
Savannah backs up a step as Hunter strides to her. “Don’t we need to get out of here? Aren’t the cops coming?”
Hunter smirks. “Why would they come? Nobody’s called them.” His hands grip Savannah’s shirt, ripping it over her head.
Savannah pants, her breasts about ready to spill out of her bra. “How can you be so sure?”
Hunter shrugs, reaching for the front clasp of her bra. “We didn’t make a sound, and Warren didn’t scream. We’ve got time.”
Savannah bites her lip. “But what if?—”
“Trust us,” Hunter cuts her off. With a twist of his fingers, Savannah’s breasts fall free.
Savannah gasps, and the hunger grows in her eyes. I feel my blood rush to my cock, causing it to grow hard. Hunter seal his mouth to Savannah’s as she begins to undress him.
