It’s pitch-black outside, but the lights are on in the kitchen, and the dumb shit has the patio door wide open, allowing me to hear a whole conversation play out.
“I’m telling you, she’s gagging for it. All I need to do is throw a few extra dollars at her, and I’ll have her bent over one of those tables.” He laughs, and my blood pumps ruthlessly around my body at hearing him talk about Cassidy. “Man, she’s a hot piece of ass. I bet she’d let me film her getting railed.”
Film her? Only I get to film her. Unadulterated rage slices through me.
I step into the kitchen, uncaring if he sees me or not, and when he slowly lifts his gaze to the window above the sink, his eyes widen, his mouth drops open, and his phone falls to the marble floor, sending it skittering toward my boot. He moves quickly, but I’m quicker. My heavy boot lands on it, crushing it with ease.
“Oops.” I laugh manically.
He’s like a startled animal, flicking his gaze around theroom as if trying to figure out his next move. “My parents will be home in a minute,” he rushes out, and his Adam’s apple slowly slides down his throat.
A low, patronizing chuckle leaves me, and he jolts. He darts his hand across the counter, and I remain rooted to the spot, already expecting his move. I wait for him to grow some balls to take me on.
He grabs the largest knife from the block and holds it out in front of him. “D-Don’t come near me.”
An amused choke leaves me. Jesus, this is going to be like taking candy from a baby. I step forward and go straight for his wrist, and before he can slice me with the knife, I crack it back, causing him to drop the knife. An agonizing scream erupts from his chest, and I shake my head—fucking amateur.
I lean down and deliver a swift headbutt to his pompous nose. The sound of it cracking has me grinning from ear to ear as his blood splatters across the counter. While the dumbass is crying up a storm, I’m moderately impressed he’s still conscious, given what a scrawny little fuck he is. I smash his head down on the marble counter, holding him in place with my elbow. With my hand, I splay his hand on the worktop and grab another knife. I dart the knife between his fingers while I sing, “Eenie, Meanie, Miney, Moe, which fuckin’ finger has gotta go?”
A choked sob catches in his throat, and I delight in it.
“You don’t touch what doesn’t belong to you. You hear me?” I rasp in his ear, and he attempts to speak. I press down harder on his neck. “What was that?”
“Y-Yes,” he says through snot and tears.
“Now, take your punishment.” I trail the knife over his hand until I reach his pointer finger, the very one he touched Cassidy with, then press down hard.
He screeches and bucks beneath me, but he’s no match for my weight on his back and the pressure on his neck, adrenaline surges inside me. Cutting through his bone with a kitchen knife is harder than you think, and I’m starting to wonder if it’s going to break the blade, but I sever the digit before it comes to that.
A strangled cough leaves him before he goes limp. His body falls slack beneath me, and he becomes quiet. The fucker passed out. I pocket his finger, but not before using it to write on the counter in his blood.Stay silent, or your tongue is next.I mean every word of it.
Perfect.
When I step back, he collapses to the floor in a bloody heap. My biker boots squeak on the marbled floor as I step over him, and pride fills my chest at the state of his bloody face. He might have been a good-looking preppy boy before, but he sure as shit ain’t one now.
With excitement thrumming through my body like gasoline igniting, I head toward the door, determined more than ever to remind Cassidy she belongs to me, and not only do I want answers, but I also want to relieve the tension building inside me.
She’s about to become the catalyst that ignites the burning rage blazing through my organs from the inside out.
KILLA
I smile to myself. The little bitch thinks she’s being clever, locking me out after I told her to leave the door unlocked.
Little does she know, we have a prospect watching her every move in case she tries talking to her brother or one of his connections, so I wasn’t worried about anyone getting into her apartment. She belongs to me, and until I finish with her, it will only be me who fucks with her.
I’ve spent my entire life breaking into properties, and this one is just as easy as all the others. You just need to know what you’re doing, and with a bump of my hip against the door, I snap the multiple chains from their bolts and step inside. I grin to myself. If shethought adding an additional door chain would keep me out, she’s about to discover it won’t.
Her scent wraps around me, and my cock throbs. Fuck, I need her. Just a fucking taste. The feel of her pussy against me.
When my gaze latches onto her figure, my breath catches in my throat. She’s in sleep shorts and a flimsy camisole top, with little lacy straps that have fallen onto her biceps, and a rush of jealousy zips up my spine as I imagine her flirtatiously wearing these clothes for someone else. Someone like the preppy boy.
Her chest heaves, and her eyes dart to the open door before landing back on me, causing me to smirk. Her wavy hair cascades past her shoulders, and my fingers itch to play with it. The foreign feeling of affection has me gritting my teeth. What the fuck?
“What do you want?” she seethes, and I relish the bite in her tone.
“Answers,” I grit back.
She lifts her chin and stands straighter. Defiance oozes from her as she stares at me head-on. “I already told you; I have none.” My little demon appears confident in her words, but I know better than to trust someone like her. Someone with evil running through their veins.
