Clicking my tongue twice, I directed Copenhagen to the truck.
Time to find something else to do to keep my mind occupied for a little while longer.
Kelly
I sat in the old truck I'd borrowed from a friend, watching the small bar.I'd been there for an hour and had yet to see Amy come out.I knew she was in there, knew she worked here in this shit hole every Saturday night.
And it was a shit hole.Not a place I would ever be caught dead in.
However, I wasn’t all that surprised that Amy would be there.
Every time I thought about it, I remembered the day I'd decided I could never marry that girl.She was too young, too stupid, too … weak.No wife of mine would’ve ever worked in a fucking bar.That thought triggered memories of my first wife.God, I'd held out so much hope for her.Unfortunately, I'd found out far too late what a fraud she was.The girl hadn’t been classy at all.She’d been … a tramp.Whenever I had hit her, she hadn’t fought back.After the second or third time, she had simply thrown herself at me, thinking sex would distract me.
It hadn’t worked.
We’d only been married nine months when I finally got tired of it.And I'd set it up perfectly.She’d drowned in the bathtub and no one had even suspected that I'd held her head under the water and watched as the life drained from her body.
Of course, my second wife had been wild and crazy, hot for me in ways I hadn’t expected.Our sex life had been intense.She’d thought my dominance was sexy, even turned it around so that she was playing the role of my submissive.Granted, I hadn’t been into the real D/s relationships.There were too many rules involved in that shit for my liking.
I'd thought things were going to work there for a little while.I had enjoyed our games, the fact that she seemed to like when I hit her.Then the stupid bitch went and got pregnant.She had forced my hand at that point.I wasn’t about to raise a child with that woman.Or any woman, in fact.I'd had to work that one from a different angle.A few strategically timed conversations about her being depressed had worked like a charm.So, when she’d taken too many pills, no one had suspected me then, either.
Amy, on the other hand, was proving to be my biggest challenge yet.Out of the three of them, I'd thought she would be the easiest to break.When I first set my sights on her, she’d been vulnerable, moldable.Even better, she’d had no one, and at nineteen, she’d still been rebellious against her aunt and uncle.Taking them out had been simple, and it had allowed me to take possession of Amy.
However, she had proven me wrong by fighting back.The gleam of defiance I always saw in her eyes had turned me on for a while, but she had never cowered, never understood her true place.That had only incited my temper, making my dick harder than I thought possible.Honestly, I had enjoyed our time together in the beginning.But even that had worn off.
Fortunately for me, I'd figured out a way to handle her.
Little did she know, but tonight was going to be the end for her.Once she was out of the way for good, my life would be back on track, her memory a mere blemish in my otherwise perfect world.
Reagan
Every time the damn door opened, my gaze darted over.And every damn time the door opened, I was disappointed because the person waltzing in wasn’t Lynx.
I still remembered the pained look on his face that morning and it made my stomach hurt.I'd put that look there and I hadn’t meant to.The last thing in the world I would ever want to do was hurt that man.Although protecting my heart from him was crucial, he was still a friend.A very cherished friend, at that.
“Get another round over here, ladies?”one of the old cowboys called from the back.
I glanced over at Amy, who was busy wiping down a couple of empty tables.
It was late, closing in on eleven, which meant we’d be shutting the bar down in an hour, and for the first time in forever, I was counting down the minutes until that happened.I was pretty sure today had been the longest day in history.It was time to put it to bed.Not that I had anything to do after I left, but tonight I really didn’t want to be here.I was tired of listening to everyone laughing and joking, chatting it up about nothing important.
What I wanted to do was curl beneath the blankets in my bed and pretend today had never happened.
It would be easier that way.
I popped the top off three beers and carried them over to the group of men.One of the guys—I'd never seen him in there before—glanced my way, his gaze instantly sliding down to my chest.I fought the urge to roll my eyes.
“Here you go, gentlemen,” I said sweetly.“Still good?”
“We’re good, honey,” the older one confirmed before resuming his conversation.
After making my way back to the bar, I tried to keep myself busy so I wouldn’t be tempted to watch the door.Unfortunately, I'd already cleaned everything I could clean.Twice.
“Hey.”
Looking up, I saw the man who’d been checking out my tits now standing on the other side of the scarred bar top.He wasn’t a bad-looking man.A little older, probably mid-thirties or so.He looked as though he’d been rode hard and put up wet, which likely meant he was a new ranch hand over at either the Double D or Dead Heat Ranch.Not that it mattered.I saw so many come through here and they changed quite frequently.
“What can I getcha?”I asked, knowing he wasn’t here for another beer.
