Oh, when I get my hands on you, Bridget Byrne…you’ve been a bad, bad girl.
The idea that people think the tech guy doesn’t have the pleasure of gettin’ his hands bloody is one that I actually take some grime to. I don’t do it often, but anytime I’ve had to, it’s always been satisfying as fuck. It’s just part of who we are. I’m not new to what I’m finding myself busy with tonight. Only difference is…it’s not mine. Bridget did get me fired up enough about whatever the fuck is going on, though, that this poor lass that had her throat skewered…just became my outlet. I didn’t know I’d need supplies tonight, but I knew they’d come in handy one of these days…even if Malek said it made me seem more psychotic than he is. I have the complete serial killer starter set under the carpet of my trunk where the spare tire sits.
After Bridget’s car had made it a few miles down the road, and I was able to get my rattled head on straight, I sat there thinking of how I could clean this up quick. I grabbed my hatchet and set out to find the pin on the tracker. They don’t call me‘The Hacker’for nothing. The pile of pine straw made for a good cover for all the blood that was left behind after I chopped the lassie, piece by piece, and started tossing parts throughout the woods. Rule number one, Bridget…don’t ever leave ‘em whole. What doesn’t get eaten, will get dragged off to different parts of these woods.
…sigh…
How in the fuck did we get here, Bridge?
A few years back, I remember gettin’ caught staring a bit too long after I’d realized at one of our quarterly ‘dinners’, that little Bridget Byrne was becoming a woman. Am I still a fucking creep for thinking that about a lass that was barely legal? Sure. But I’m a boob lad. Andfuck, was she bloomin’. Sick, I know. But tits are tits. I’m not an arsehole. I respect the hell outta women. I don’t graze, and I hardly ever approach. I let them come to me after they’ve hit my radar and I make it a point to consider myself the bait that draws them in. If they bite, then they do. If they don’t…I move onto the next. Nobody ever stayed long enough to decide I’m good enough to be more than a glorified nerd that fucks like a god.
And I do.
I worship any woman that graces my sheets, because that’s how the fuck itshouldbe. And Bridget is the only one of those women that’s graced them before they weren’t lock-up age. To be fair…I wasn’t exactly legal either the first time she talked me into the idea of dancing with the Devil, and fucking the daughter of a mob boss that held my death warrant if I ever so much as toed a line. But that night, we’d locked eyes way too many times to be safe—and she snuck into my room starkfucking naked, ready to wreck my entire life. I didn’t know it then…but I let her.
The wee witch cast a spell on me that night. A damn curse I have yet to break, ever since she left me to wake up alone that following morning. We both pretended it didn’t happen for almost an entire year. She went on to toy with the lives of several other blokes, while I watched it all behind a screen and heard about it every time Mal had to carve up another one. Bridget’s always been known for her promiscuity. I was just one of the many that got spun into her web…and happy to be there. She’ll never admit it, but the reason she started coming back…was because I knew the Bridget no one but Malek ever got to see, and I fucking adored the little psycho. Finleythoughthe knew the lass that hid beneath the mask she likes to wear…and look where that landed the sorry sod.
I really thought that last year was the moment that tied us in for good. Truthfully, everything was fine up until a couple months ago. We even started building a house together. I’ve been hired as a hacker for a well-known group just to keep myself busy, and it wasn’tuntilthat couple months ago that I started spending a bit more time looking intoherinstead. I might already know what the hell is going on if it didn’t make my balls clench up in worry. This is far from what I expected. Here I thought I’d end up becoming what Malek used to be in Bridget’s regard…even if she didn’t realize why every guy she dared to climb on top of now…would end up in pieces.
You’re mine, Little Doe.
And I’m hers. I’vealwaysbeen hers. Which is why I’m choosing to convince myself that this is all being kept for a reason that has nothing to do with committing to whatever senile label you could put on the two of us. I’d bring the world to its fucking knees for her. I thought she already knew that. I guessnow…I’ll have my fun playing with my Black Widow before she inevitably becomes the fucking death of me.
She’s tracking at Malek’s now. I ran the history of where she’d been while I’ve been cleaning up all her shit, and damn if she isn’t just surprising me at every turn tonight. I know this place. That’s the Hobbit hole that Mal was crashin’ at after his brief split with Seven Grey.Thatmust be Mr. Miyagi. What in the hell is she playing at? Is he fucking mentoring her into amurderer?
“What the fuck, Bridget.Goddammit.”
I loaded up and headed home, showering and getting rid of my bloody clothes before parking my ass on the couch and ordering some Chinese. I’m gonna get nowhere tonight, trying to figure this out with everything on my mind. I’m also tired as fuck…and way too pissed. Gonna be interesting to hear what excuse she comes up with in the morning…
And if she’ll say anything about the strange chap that chased her through the woods tonight.
Let’s play, you beautiful little liar.
When my eyes peeled open, I could smell Bridget’s soap. The fan on her side of the room blew the shit straight up my nose. I wanna touch her so bad, but I know as soon as I do…I’m gonna get pissed and end up fucking all my frustration out on her. I’m not ready to let it show that I’m fuming about somethin’ just yet. I sighed hard through my nose, slipping out of bed and pulling my hair back into a loose knot behind my head as I padded to the bathroom. The slow pan around the way she’s laying isn’t doing me any fucking favors. Bridget sleeps with abare leg hiked over the top of the covers every night. She’s too prissy to wear a t-shirt to bed, and her sexy nightgowns make it impossible to stay mad at her—and I think she knows it. This one is her signature red, short enough that it’s fucking pointless, and the satin tapers off to a lace hem that’s currently in the middle of her pale arse cheek.
Why does God hate me?
I wanna reach down and fry that hind like a fucking egg, I swear it. Breakfast of champions…but I won’t. I growled under my breath and all but slammed the bathroom door to attempt to take a pish with a rock-solid cock. That ended up being a twenty-minute ordeal. I thought sleeping this off would be beneficial, but my mind is still reeling. Watching her end Jonas O’Dell that night was a sight I’ll never forget. Being able to be one of the people to give her that revenge was even better. That was a long time coming. But I know nothing about the girl she gutted last night. I’m not surehowI would have felt, seeing her do that to a random lassie. There had to be a reason she chose her.
I pulled a jacket around my bare back and snuck outta the apartment, nodding at one of our neighbors as I trudged down to the parking lot and spotted Bridget’s car. She cleaned it. I popped her trunk open and saw that she’d cleaned that too—except for the dainty black purse that I knew didn’t belong to Bridget. She’d never carry something that wasn’t a name brand.
Jackpot.
There was a wallet, some makeup, a set of keys, the woman’s cell and a half-empty pack of gum in here. Taking the wallet will be too obvious. I don’t need the whole thing. I snatched her license out of it and shoved it into my pocket, slamming the trunk closed. I checked our mailbox on my way back up so that I’d have a good excuse if Bridget had gotten up while I was outside. Smart move. She was diggin’ through the rest of my Lo Mein when I walked through the door.
“Emerald Lotus?” she smirked, chewing cold noodles. “Again?”
I shrugged and tossed the mail onto the kitchen island. “Tryin’ to keep up the physique. Don’t want ya runnin’ out on me for a dad bod.” Her green eyes raked over the body I’ll let, in no way, turn into anything close to a fucking‘dad bod’.
“That’d be a travesty.”
“Aye.” And cue the weird silence I was hoping to avoid this morning. We just stared at each other, the only sound filling the space between us? Wet noodles and the slobbering of a camel. The fact that it somehow makes my cock twitch…is irrelevant. “Got some shite I gotta take care of this morning. All yours after that.”
“It’s fine, I fucked up one of my nails. Need to fix that anyway.”
By the looks of it…she fucked up more than just the one. I’m shocked she said anything about it. She’s gonna make it real easy to list all the ways I figured her out when I finally decide to snap the mouse in the trap and make her listen to every fucking word while I gag her with one of my body parts.
God, I’m a sick fuck. Oh well.
