"My SUV was messed up last night. I want to see if it's on tape."
"Come on back." She nods toward the office right behind the desk. It doesn't take her long to pull them up. A chime goes off. "Let me check them in." I nod as she gets up, going back to the front desk.
I drop down into the chair and rewind the feed until I see what I'm searching for. It makes my blood run cold.
"You found it?" the woman asks when I exit the office. I only grunt a response.
I make my way down the hallways, pausing at the room labeled maintenance. I test the knob, and it's locked. I quickly pop it and slip right in.
The bald maintenance man sits at his desk, his back to me. He is engrossed in footage he's taken of women without them ever knowing. I creep up behind him as he scrolls to another one. My blood boils when I see the footage is ofmyTeddy Bear in the bathroom.
A rage I’ve never felt before overtakes me. I’ve killed a lot of men in my life, but never has one deserved it more than this motherfucker.
I grab him by the back of the neck and throw him into the wall. I’m disappointed that when he hits the ground he’s already knocked out. I want to make him suffer a million times worse than this, but it will have to do. My Teddy Bear is waiting for me to return.
I kneel down beside him, and wrapping my hands around his face, I quickly snap his fucking neck. He’s lucky I’m in a rush. I go over to the computer and begin to work on wiping it clean of the footage of Teddy.
When I see footage of the front desk girl from the night before I debate if I should handle her as well. She upset Teddy, but my sweet Teddy would likely not be too happy if I took her out.
As for this fuckwit, I’m not letting that shit go. He has keys to all the rooms here, being a maintenance engineer, and his Peeping Tom tendencies would have only escalated. It’s better that I got rid of him now.
I double-check that all the footage from last night and any trace of myself and Teddy is gone and turn off the cameras so that we can leave without being recorded. I could possibly call itin, but I'm under a fake name, and I'll change my plates at the next stop. That's easier than getting pulled in and grilled.
When I step back into the room, Teddy is all ready to go. "Where's your crown?" I ask her, and she gives a small shrug.
"I put it back into my bag."
"You don't like it?"
She chews on her bottom lip, making me want to suck on it. "It's silly and childish."
Now it's me that shrugs. "I don't believe so, but who cares if it is?"
"You really don't think it is?"
I make my way over to her, needing to touch her. "It shouldn't matter what I think. If it pleases you, then it pleases me."
"Pleases?" A small laugh leaves her. "You're right." Her chin knocks up a few degrees. "You can help me pick one." I watch as she dumps part of her bag out. I'd gotten a quick peek into one, but holy fuck, she should not be carrying that amount of valuables around.
A couple of crowns and bracelets lie on the bed, along with a few small stacks of cash and miscellaneous items. She rifles through them like they're not real. They are. Other people would believe they're fake, however, because it's hard to believe otherwise.
"This one." I pick up a gold crown that has emerald jewels in it. "It suits you." I watch as she puts it on. The gold appears brighter against her red hair. The emeralds are a perfect match to her eyes.
"Now my kiss?" she asks. I cup the back of her neck with my hand and tug her into me. The same hand that I used to snap a man's neck not even five minutes ago.
Teddy’s whole body sinks right into mine as I press my mouth to hers. How are her lips even softer now? She parts themfor me so I can slide my tongue into her mouth. A small moan leaves her that goes straight to my cock. I have to pull myself away from her before this goes too far. We need to get out of here before the dead body is found. If it hasn’t been already.
"I need to get food in you."
"You don't need any?" She smiles up at me. So trusting and pure. How am I not going to ruin that? There is no guarantee that I won’t, besides killing myself. I'm unwilling to do that or to let her go either.
"You come first."
“Killian.” Her cheeks flush a soft pink. “That sounds dirty.”
“Still stands,” I tell her as I start to pack her things back up for her. I offer her my hand, and she slips hers into mine without hesitation.
I’m never letting her go.
