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“Do you want to give it a try?” Kaden asks. A slow grin comes to his face as he holds out his hand.
My gaze drops to the bloodied meat cleaver resting in the palm of it. “I’ve never used one before.”
“Perfect time to give it a try. He’s still breathing. All the more suffering.”
I wrap my hands tightly around the wooden handle, a beat of excitement in my veins, and then I take my swing. The smooth, curved blade comes down into the gaped wound on his chest. I’ve swung so hard that I can’t even pull the blade out—it’s lodged deep into his chest cavern.
Mr. Raskova barely produces a grunt of pain. His head’s turned to the side, his skin cold and pale. He’s holding onto his life by a thread.
Kaden gives an impressed nod and then takes the wooden handle of the meat cleaver from me. “Sometimes it requires some muscle. If you get it in there deep enough, it can be difficult to pull out. Allow me.”
He pries the cleaver free with a hard tug and then glances at his father’s pained face. “What do you say? Is it time to put him out of his misery? Do you want to do the honors or should I?”
I smirk at him. “Go ahead. I’ve gotten my revenge.”
Wielding the cleaver like a true expert, Kaden ends it with a final blow. This time he leaves the blade stuck in his skull. He’s barely let go of the handle before I’m tossing my arms around him and pressing a deep kiss onto his lips.
“Little lamb, do you know what you’re starting?” he groans as I run fingers through his hair and notch my legs around his hips.
But I can’t control myself. The moment couldn’t feel more celebratory. More of a reunion between the two of us as we tie up loose ends and embark on a new journey together.
It doesn’t matter that we’re in the middle of a dungeon with dead bodies, some still bleeding on Kaden’s table and others dismembered in his industrial-sized freezer. If anything they’re symbols of how deep our bond is.
How our bond has linked us even when we didn’t realize it was.
Kaden kisses me and then pins me against the nearest wall. We make the most of each other, tearing at clothes and shuddering at how good we can make the other feel. When my orgasm does slam into me, it’s a dizzying wave that leaves me with a satisfied smile.
Kaden’s no different. He nuzzles my face and takes his time letting go. He’s just as obsessed with me. Just as endlessly devoted.
“Let’s finish this up,” he says, thumbing my cheek. “Then… we can finally begin our lives together.”
36Kaden
(You Made It Feel Like) Home - Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross
1 month later…
“More champagne, Mr. Androski?”
I look up at the sound of my name and then give a nod to the flight attendant. He fills up my flute as he inquires if I’m in need of anything else. I decline and return to the newspaper I’m reading.
It’s amazing that forty thousand feet up in the air seems to be the only place I’ve had a chance to catch up on reading about current events.
The past few weeks have been that busy. The headline on the front page of theEaston Timesshould be alarming. Instead, it makes me grin as I reach for my flute of champagne and take a sip.
Lyra Hendrix, 24, the Latest Victim of Wanted Serial Killer Kaden Raskova
So much for ever returning to Easton—or America at all, for that matter.
The city of Easton is currently worked up into a frenzy over me. I’ve been revealed to be a monstrous serial killer who has murdered dozens over the years. People like Maximillion Keys and Fyodor Kreed were tips of the iceberg.
Once the light was shed on me, the long list of other murders I’ve committed over the years was unraveled. Authorities are still finding chopped bodies buried strategically throughout the city. They’re still connecting the dots of unsolved missing persons cases and linking them to me.
After I murdered my father in the most bloody, gruesome fashion, I escaped. I was able to flee from the Winchester unscathed. I made it to my penthouse, where I proceeded to work for twelve hours straight disposing of the bodies in the freezer.
There was no time to waste.
Any moment police would track me down and slap handcuffs on me.
