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Chapter 13
Spike
I’ve followed my bitch to this little cabin out on a lake. I get out of my truck in time to see her lean her head on that asshole’s shoulder. She looks too cozy with him. Meanwhile, here I am, pissed off with waiting for my moment to strike. She lives in a fucking fort, and anytime she leaves she has security around her. Who does she think she is?
I’ve researched Shawland Security every day since I followed her there. I know the douchebag is an ex-detective. He should be ashamed of himself, just like my family. They’re all useless. A waste of good air.
I growl as they both laugh at something. How dare they laugh? How dare they be enjoying themselves, while I’m here, frustrated as hell? I need a release, but no one is coming close to my feisty little one. They’re trash. Everything is trash. They deserve to burn in hell. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.
I clench my fists to stop me jumping in too soon. I need to have her. I need to stake my claim on her again. She seems to be forgetting what she was to me. She’s fucking mine. He doesn’t deserve her. None of them do.
I bang my hand on my forehead and feel the sting. I need to feel the pain. Apart from a release, it’s the only time I feel alive.
“Good evening.”
I look over my shoulder to see an older woman walking a little rat that starts barking at nothing.
“Evening.” I smile charmingly.
“Are you lost?”
“Oh, no. I’m right where I need to be. Are these cabins for rent?”
“I’m not sure. It’s all private property. There is a hotel in the village that always has rooms available at this time of year. Have a good night.” She nods and walks past me with her dog still barking at nothing.
I could wring its neck and take great pleasure in it. The feel of the skin wrinkling. The limp body dangling from my hands. I get excited thinking about taking another life.
My life is simple, really. I don’t ask for a lot. I never have asked for a lot, but it still wasn’t good enough for her.
I don’t know why I let my mind trail off to the past, because it makes me angrier. It makes me lose my mind, beyond my control. Beyond anyone’s control. It doesn’t bode well for my games.
Now, I need to find a release. I need my little one back in my care. I can’t wait much longer. I need the familiarity of her and everything about her; her taste, her smell, her soft delicate skin that I can break easily.
I stomp back to my truck and bang the door. I grind the gears and drive away before I put a match to the cabin with every single one of them in it.
