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Ciaran,
It was fun. I’ll never forget it.
Love, Parisa.
I drop the towel and fist my cock in my hand, wishing it was her sweet lips wrapped around it. The next time I see her, I’m going to gag her pretty little throat. The image of Parisa on her knees begging for my cock is so strong that it barely takes any time to shoot my load all over the note she left me.
I check my phone, and four messages flash in green.
Finn: Lockland is at Club Soul. Enzo and I will meet you there.
I don’t read the other messages. I walk over to the dresser, grab a pair of clean jeans and a white t-shirt, and shove the note in my back pocket before I head out.
For sixteen years, Finn, Enzo, and I have been tracking down abusers. Each of us is a monster created by monsters. The only way we can unleash the justice they deserve is by working in the shadows. But when you live in the dark for too long, it consumes you, changes your entire being. The boy in me was innocent. Maybe he would have grown to be a good man. But the evil that touched him spawned a monster, a villain, the stuff of nightmares.
Chapter Six
PARISA
Richard Lockland, a baptist minister who likes underage girls a little too much. Mallory Rose, and Elizabeth Phillips, both fifteen years old, told their parents about the abuse. Both were ignored. Mallory killed herself, bullet to the head. Elizabeth got so strung out on heroin it ended her young life.
Tonight my blade is going to slice him from navel to lip, and I’m going to enjoy every second.
I look young for my age. I’m twenty-four, but with the right makeup and hair, people swear I’m not a day over sixteen. It’s why I’m the best bait to trap pieces of shit like Lockland.
My hand grips the bar to avoid ripping his fuckin’ throat out, but I smile and flirt, trying to convince him I’m interested in sucking his disgusting cock. I need him to go with me to the back, away from the bar patrons. There’s no getting away with murder if you do it in front of a crowd.
I’m about to lay it on thick when two powerful arms wrap around my waist, and a chin rests on my left shoulder.
“How’re you liking the merchandise? I can tell you from personal experience this one has a tight fuckin’ pussy. Grabs your cock like a vise. Almost ripped mine off.”
Lockland takes a sip of his drink and shakes his head. “I don’t like used goods.”
Ciaran chuckles darkly, his arms tightening around my middle. “If you don’t want this one, we’ve got others.” His teeth grind. “Just so you know, the fresh ones cost more.”
That gets Lockland’s attention. He puts his drink down and smiles. I’m going to pull his teeth out and make him swallow them, one by one.
“Now you’ve got my attention.” Lockland chugs his drink before slamming the glass on the counter. “I’ll follow.”
Ciaran pulls me off the stool and drapes his arm around my shoulder, dragging me while Lockland follows.
The backroom is swanky—the walls are painted a rich mahogany, while the furniture accents are a deep burgundy. It has a sensual and seductive atmosphere, with a hint of dark and depraved.
Ciaran locks the door once we’re all inside. He smiles, his sharp incisors making him look even more dangerous and menacing than the last time I saw him.
He leans against the door, his arms crossed over his massive chest as he looks at Lockland. “I’m gonna need you to strip. We gotta make sure you’re not a rat or a cop.”
Lockland doesn’t even question him—the stupidity of the depraved. He strips so quickly I swear it’s like we told him he’d get a billion dollars.
Once he’s down to his underwear, Ciaran pushes away from the door and moves to stand beside me. “Need those off, too. You’d be surprised how many put bugs in their drawers.”
Lockland takes them off, and I almost gag as he stands there, semi-erect.
Ciaran slides his hand under my dress, touching the blade strapped to my thigh. He pulls it out, launching himself at Lockland so swiftly that I swear he’s more animal than man.
I’m not sure what’s happening until a high-pitched scream, like that of a six-year-old girl, is ripped from Lockland’s throat. I look down to see Lockland on the ground, writhing in pain, his hands on his crotch. Ciaran is standing over him holding Lockland’s amputated dick.
Ciaran flashes me a wicked smile. “Now I’m gonna show you how it should be done.”
“You fuckin’ psycho!” Lockland screams in agony. “I’m gonna have your head for this. Do you know who I am?”
Ciaran bends down, crowding Lockland. “I know exactly who you are, motherfucker. That’s why I’m holding your worthless dick in my hand. I have the name of every girl you hurt burned into my memory, their suffering etched into my DNA. I’m their dark avenger. I’m the one that’s going to send you straight to hell for what you did, but first, I’m going to make you hurt, make you scream for it to end, the way they did. Open your mouth.”
