A blood-curdling scream leaves his lips as he rolls around on the ground, holding his wound.
“Oh my god,” he cries, looking down at his gut and bloody hands. “Oh, my god. You stabbed me. You…I need a doctor. Please help me.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I hiss, putting a boot on his face and pressing down against his lips. “I know your fucking victims begged you to cut the shit when they knew they were drugged. Did you?” I remove my boot and kick him in the face.
He cries out, his hands going to his mouth. “I’m sorry. Don’t kill me,” he begs, his voice quivering. “I never…” he groans in pain, curling in on himself. “I never…killed them. I just?—”
“Gave them a lifetime of fucking trauma.” He whimpers and reaches out as if to touch my boot, but I kick his hand away. “Fuck you. The only way to stop a rapist is to kill that fucking rapist.” Grabbing his hair, I pull him up until he’s kneeling in front of me once more.
Placing my knife to his throat, I ask, “Any last words?”
Todd grunts a few times, but I cut him off with a clean slice over his throat, his blood spurting out like a fucking fountain. I let his hair go and watch his body fall. His eyes are still blinking slowly, and he twitches as blood pumps from his wound.
I stand over him, watching him breathe his last. When he exhales roughly and the blood from his neck slows, I grin and close my eyes, letting out a deep breath of my own. It’s beenso long since I’ve felt blood on my skin, the dry wetness of it sending a tingle down my spine.
Bending, I wipe the blade and my hand clean on Todd’s shirt.
The sound of gravel moving startles me and I turn, my knife hanging uselessly at my side.
Fuck! I wish we’d caught up to Todd literally anywhere else that I wouldn’t risk being pat down, like at a fucking nightclub. I could have carried my gun, where I wouldn’t feel so fucking naked now that someone is hiding in the shadows.
“Whoever the fuck you are,” I snarl, heart rate through the roof, “show yourself.” I have no leg to stand on. What am I going to do? Rush into the dark and start jabbing at them? I’m fucked but can’t show it.
Hopefully, it’s not a fucking cop. But if it were, they’d have announced themselves or stopped me before I slit Todd’s throat, right?
Releasing a shaky breath, I say, “You have ‘til the count of three to show yourself. One, two…”
“Three,” a deep, rumbling voice says. A voice I fucking recognize.
With a smile on his face, Menace Grant steps into the light.
Chapter Nine
Menace
I’m fucking in love.
Really,reallyin fucking love.
Hill’s hand is red with blood, and a murderous glint still flashes in his eyes.
I’ve never seen a more handsome man in my life. Though his tattoos are covered up. A pity, really. They’re a work of fucking art.
His eyes blow wide when I step closer to him, his hand gripping the handle of his switch blade harder.
As I approach, he backs away, his breathing coming in pants as he looks up at me. Hill searches my face, probably wondering what I’m going to do about what I just learned about him.
I’d fucking propose if I had a ring on me.
“What are you going to do, little psycho?” I ask when his back hits the wall, his knife stuck between us. “Gonna use that blade?”
“Wha…Menace. What are you doing here?”
I hum and press my nose to his throat, breathing in the scent of his sweat, foundation, and death. “You lied to me. You told me you were going to bed. Imagine my surprise when I saw you with another guy.”
“He was…Menace. What are you gonna do?”
Grabbing his hip, I push against his cock, showing how much I liked his work. “There’s so much I could do to you right now, Hill. But I’m sure the cops will be here soon.”
