Page 9 of A Villain’s Lies


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Chapter4

Maybe she’s a keeper, or not

Grayson

My first love is sex, and everything after that is fun.

For example, taking a life.

Sex and death.

They are two fickle things to me that somehow work for me.

I started out small, being contracted here and there. Kill someone, and I get paid.

I did it because I like money.

It’s simple, really.

I may have a few screws loose in my head, but they are my screws. And despite what others say, I do have limits.

I tend not to kill women, though saying I haven’t would be a lie. I killed one crazy bitch, but she’s probably better off six feet under for what she did to her children. Some people should not parent, and that crazy bitch was one of them, so do I regret killing her, no.

I’m thinking of making Avani my second female kill if she doesn’t walk in that fucking door sometime soon.

All week she has been late, despite our talk. To say I’m ready to blow a gasket would be an understatement. I grab my phone and send her a message.

Me: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?

She replies straight away.

Avani: Gosh, hold your junk. I was just there yesterday. Desperate much?

I grind my jaw.

Me: You were here yesterday because you were working, like you are meant to be again today. Where are you?

Avani: You are so needy.

Me: And you are late. Again.

Avani: Late? I’m late? Gosh, when did I fuck someone to risk being late? Are you tracking my cycle, mister? You know bosses shouldn’t do that. I could call human resources and have you reported.

Me: Avani… get to fucking work.

She sends me a smiling emoji, and I want to kill her even more. Clenching my jaw, I wait at the front door. An hour later, she walks in with a Starbucks in hand with some pink shit in it and a smile on her face.

She always has that fucking smile. What is there to be so happy about?

Her feet halt when she sees me, then her eyes fall to the bag on the counter and they widen.

Her hand goes to her heart, and she gushes. “For me?”

Who the fuck else would want this ugly thing?

Except I don’t say that.

She steps over and pushes her pink drink into my chest, making me take it whether I want to or not as she opens the bag while I take a sniff of the drink. Smells fruity.

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