There was a picture of Ryan online and, let me tell you… I had been expecting the dude who ran this place to look like mother fuckingLurchfrom the Addams family. The last thing I had been expecting was this red-headed demi-god of a man who was all biceps, stubble, and clean lines. I wasn’t sure what they were injecting into the Fairview kid’s genes, but they were both hot asfuckballs.
Which was annoying.
Especially if it turned out Iwouldhave to murder one of them. It kind of took sex off the table.
But alas, I would survive.
The ginger-haired sex god in question walked into the room abruptly, and my jaw literally dropped.
That picture online hadnotdone him justice.
Forget muscles. I was suddenly craving a ginger snap.
He was wearing a grey‘Fairview Funerals’T-shirt that strained over his firm biceps and relaxed fit Levi’s.
I gobbled up the sight of him and, much to my chagrin, my cock twitched in my pants.
I was suddenlyhellaglad I hadn’t been a lazy fuck today. I had taken the extra step to strap my holster on under my hoodie instead of just jamming my gun into my waistband.
Damianhatedit when I did that. I guess I couldn’t fault him for that. He was just looking out for the well-being of my dick… which was probably a sign that he cared.
As much as I didn’t like to give that asshole too much credit for anything, I was glad I had listened to his advice this time. There was only room for one weapon in my pants tonight, and apparently, that was my fucking cock.
Jesus Christ.
What did this dudeeat?
He said something to the kid that I couldn’t hear through the thick glass. The boy jumped and spun around. I frowned, my cock softening slightly.
The kid had flinched like he had been expecting to get hit.
Ryan’s brow creased into a dark frown. He stepped closer to the kid, who scrambled quickly to his feet.
Ryan said something else, the expression on his face darkening further. The kid looked up at him with wide eyes and started shaking his head frantically as he backed away. Tears filled his eyes, which seemed to anger Ryan even more.
The ginger-haired man grabbed the kid by the shoulders and crouched down on his level. The boy let out a cry that I couldn’t hear and jerked away from Ryan with clear pain and terror written on every line of his face.
Fat tears spilled down his cheeks, but Ryan’s grip only seemed to tighten on the boy’s shoulders. A vein was pulsing in his forehead, and he suddenly yelledat the boy from mere inches away.
Rageexplodedthrough me, and my hand slid into my hoody of its own accord, my fingers twitching on the butt of my gun.
Hard-on officially gone.
I was going to fuckingkill this mother fucker.
Flashbacks of my mother grabbing me like that and screaming in my face consumed me.
Devil boy! You’re a stain on this world! I should kill you before you can infest mankind with Satan’s plans!
With my dead mother’s words echoing in my ears, I spun away before I totally lost my cool and shot the man in the head right through the window.
That was all the confirmation I fucking needed.
I would wait until the rest of the house was asleep, and then I would break in and claim my prize.
Hopefully, Ryan Fairview was enjoying his little power trip because this wasthe last fucking timehe would lay a finger on that kid.
Still fuming with unbridled rage, I stalked back to my Bentley to get the rest of my murder shit.
