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I stare at the phone, and I do as I always do after hanging up. Waving my hand over it, I listen in.
"Fuck!" Kane spews before something in the room crashes.
I can only assume he just lost his temper and threw something. Then I hear Zee's voice.
"That good, eh?"
"She's fucking impossible. One second she's mine, the next she's his. I'm sick of this shit."
"Then let her go," Zee says too casually.
"I wish I could. I love her. Apparently being in love makes you bat-shit crazy." He takes a steadying breath, giving my heart enough time to react and flutter, betraying me with an emotion I shouldn't feel for someone I can't have. "Make sure Amy's cage is reinforced tonight. I don't want to risk her breaking free, and I don't want to help her if I don't have to. The sooner she gets it under
control, the better. I'm ready to get the hell away from her and our supposed destiny."
Sierra's voice interjects suddenly, seeming to surprise both of the night stalkers, given their sharp intakes of air.
"You can leave, but it won't change anything. You'll come back for her one day, Kane. You'll love her the way you're supposed to."
"I wish you'd get it out of your mother-fucking head that I'm going to be with her, because I'm not. Damn it, Sierra. I'm leaving because of this shit. I've come to hate Amy over all of this. I've come to hate you, too."
She whimpers, and I immediately feel a little sorry for her. I know how deep Kane can cut with his harsh words, but I almost understand his anger.
"You don't mean that," she whines.
"I do mean that. I mean it enough that I've already bought a house in Edgebrook."
"Edgebrook?" she scoffs. "Why? So you can stalk your witch a little better?"
I wait in silence, holding my breath after hearing the revelation. I keep waiting, only to realize the conversation has been cut short. Damn it.
I feel dizzy all of the sudden, like something's happening, but I don't know what. Lying down, I close my eyes on the spinning room. Maybe I'll feel better after some sleep.
Chapter 2
Officer Graden
The sniveling mess of a girl sobs as she pulls her panties back on, her eyes staring at the ground as her tears pour out. I tuck my shirt back in, then button and zip my pants before reassembling myself completely, finally holstering my gun.
It's almost comical to watch her so broken, weak, and pathetic. Pretty fucking bitch. They're all the same.
Stupid stuck-up bitches that don't give guys like me a second look; they drive through here like they own the place, expecting to bat their pretty little eyes and get their fucking way. She learned the hard way that if you tease me, you're not walking away until I'm fucking satisfied.
"You can tell anyone you want about this," I say deceitfully, a sinister smile playing on my lips. "But you'll see me again if you do. Not to mention, no one's going to believe a snotty little bitch like you over me."
She cries harder, wiping her hair out of her eyes as she climbs out of the back seat of my car. She readjusts her short skirt, tugging at it as if she can add length to it. Stupid whore.
Her car is miles down the road, but I'm going to make her walk. It'll do her good to lose a few pounds.
Just as she runs off, a sexy brunette zooms by me in a flashy Jag, making me smile. Tonight's my lucky night. One has to love working the graveyard shift. It makes it easy to pick up the trash without anyone else seeing me.
I jump in my car, spinning the tires as I turn the siren on, giving the bitch the last chase she'll ever want. She saw my patrol car, knew I was a cop, yet she blatantly disrespected me by speeding through and not even tapping her brakes.
She's like all of them. They all think they're above the law—above men like me. They have to be taught a lesson in respect and obedience. They have to be broken like a wild horse.
I love my job.
As I catch up with her, she taps her brakes, steadily slowing down and pulling over. I just got my dick thoroughly waxed by the last whining bitch, so I'll be able to draw out the punishment for this one.
