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Love you baby,
Lee
My face suddenly feels hot as I reread the letter. I was right, he is some kind of sadistic primal fucker. My thighs tingle all over. Why do I like the idea?
“I’ll take that.” Anabel rips the card and lighter out of my hands and ignites it under the love note.
“No!” I scream.
“Yes! He’s going to forget about this bitch once and for all and take me. Then we’ll see who does toilet duty, Jane.” Anabel’s eyes are crazed as she staves me off with one arm.
By the time I successfully get past her arm, she tosses the lit paper onto the lower shelf.
“Are you fucking crazy?” I try to pinch the card off, but the tiny flame has already caught onto several other pictures and similar cards, then I freeze at the sound of tires rolling over gravel.
Anabel’s eyes widen like deer in headlights.
“Oh my God.” I kick the fire out and stomp on it for good measure. There’s charred paper all over the indented wood. “He’s going to kill us.”
The door flings open, and my heart stalls.
Chapter 8
Leandro
My smile is ear-to-ear when I sense movement in my shack. The women took my cue to play today. A man has to have his fun somehow.
I stomp up the half-broken steps on the front deck, and swing the door open loudly to scare them. The game of manhunt begins. Will they scurry back to their hideaway?
My boot crunches against the old wood, where I hold my position to listen for movement. A faint whimper echoes from inside, and disappointment slackens my arms. They aren’t running. No fun.
Do I enjoy the chase in between hits? Yes… I do. I’ve always relished in the thrill of running prey down. It’s my favorite pastime.
I step into the hallway. “You didn’t make it very far this time, Anabel,” my voice echoes through the hall, and my smile drops when I notice the impossible. My secret stash… it’s been broken into.
Anabel is standing defiantly in the doorway, and Alessia is shivering in a bath towel. She looks even more like Marissa all dolled up. It makes my heart skip a beat, thinking for a precious second that it’s her. My mind’s playing tricks on me.
Why do I smell smoke?
A flash of anger washes over me.
I silently inch forward to see a burnt card on the floor in front of the cabinet.
Gunmetal clicks as I draw my pistol and press it to Anabel’s head.
“Finally, something.” Anabel bites her lip, her voice shivering.
This woman infuriates me. How the fuck did she get into my space? I bought an ultra-lock on purpose. The bitch used the barbeque lighter I bought for Jane?
“Ungrateful,” I hiss, pressing the gun harder against her forehead. All I see is a greedy, sick succubus with fangs and beady eyes. I should murder her now. “Anyone else would’ve put a bullet in your head right next to your husband,” I growl.
“Oh, so I’m the lucky one?” She doesn’t shy away. “At least fuck us. Make us feel pretty. Make me feel pretty!” she shouts, and I have a mind to pistol whip her.
I cock back the hammer to show her how serious I am. She is moments away from being blown all over the wood.
“What have you done?” my voice rattles. I’ve never killed a civilian, but today? I might make an exception.
I notice my own handwriting in what’s left of the card on the floor – it brings me right back to a better time. Picturing her reading it while blushing. Marissa could never hide her arousal. She jumped my bones after reading that, then whispered in my ear that I’d have to catch her first.
