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To be fair, it’s not as though he’s the mastermind behind the organization. No, that honor goes to his big brother, Mason Ledger, the number one organized crime boss in the state. He specializes in human trafficking. Crew, bless his cotton socks, resisted working for the bastard for quite some time, but desperate men do desperate things, and over the past year, Crew has taken to the family business like a duck to water.
Like I said, piece of shit.
But today, the family business is about to experience one hell of a setback.
I’m under no illusion. I know I’m no better than that asshole. My chosen career isn’t exactly winning me any awards, but at least a woman knows what she’s getting when she interacts with the man who sneaks through her bedroom window. Crew Ledger pretends he’s a knight in shining armor, but then he does shit like beat his woman behind closed doors.
I mean sure, I might enjoy a little murder here and there, and it might get me off in a way sex never could, but at least I’m not Crew Ledger.
My gaze trails down the street, watching as Kyah disappears around the corner, and the second she’s completely out of sight, I step out of the shadows, the rush of adrenaline pumping through my veins.
God, I love this.
The excitement pulses through me, and I have to keep myself from breaking into a sprint, using the short walk across the street to figure out a game plan. I usually go into this with caution, never unprepared, always making sure I have the tools required to clean up after myself and keep my identity hidden. But Kyah’s got me all fucked up.
I’m being reckless and rushing into this. I don’t usually get off on killing men, and yet the image of Crew’s fist cracking against Kyah’s jaw spurs me on. Hell, just knowing what he and his brother have planned for her has me ready to slaughter him like fucking cattle.
No one touches what’s mine.
I go through my options, figuring out how to do this while mentally mapping the security cameras inside the shop. There’s one in each corner. I’m going to have to keep my head down, perhaps stage a break-in. It’s not the first time I’ve had to do it. Like I said, it’s reckless, but there’s no stopping me now.
Reaching the sidewalk, I pull the sleeves of my black hoodie down over my hands before reaching for the door handle, being careful not to leave a single fingerprint behind. I’ve always been cautious with my kills, making sure the feds can’t link this shit back to me, and I’m not about to start making their job easier now.
Shoving past the door, it opens wide, and the bell chimes through the small shop.
“We’re closed,” Crew slurs from somewhere in the back.
Not responding, I keep my head down and continue through the shop as my gaze shoots from left to right to quickly figure out a game plan. It’s gonna be messy, but the good ones always are.
Hearing that I haven’t left, Crew stands, whipping around with his glassy stare. “I said we’re closed,” he spits, wobbling on his feet, the bottle of whiskey almost empty on his table.
A grin splits my face. This is going to be better than I anticipated.
Striding past Big Jim’s station, I swipe everything off his table and watch as ink bottles scatter and shatter across the room, saturating the floor with vibrant colors.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” Crew growls, storming toward me as I casually stride around Big Jim’s station, not daring to venture over to Kyah’s. After all, this is going to be messy, and I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving something like this for her to clean up.
Crew reaches for me, but I quickly sidestep, almost laughing in his face over how easy it is. Though I’m sure it has everything to do with the whiskey making its way through his bloodstream. Any other day, he’d be a good match. Hell, he might even make me sweat for a minute, but not today. He’s sloppy. Wasted. It’s pathetic.
Leaning my ass against Big Jim’s tattooing chair, I evade Crew again. It’s a child’s game of cat and mouse at this point, and it only pisses him off as he catches himself against the table.
My covered hand hovers over the tattoo gun left on the small tray table beside me, and catching the movement, Crew narrows his gaze, finally realizing he has a reason to be suspicious. “I . . . I know you,” he says, visibly swallowing, and though he’s spoken the words and made the statement, I see he’s still trying to figure out where the fuck he knows me from. But considering the shop front has a floor-to-ceiling window for anyone to look into, I don’t have time to wait for him to figure it out. I need to make this fast.
“I was willing to let you live, Crew,” I say, my hand still hovering over the tattoo gun. “But you made one big mistake.”
“The fuck are you talking about?” he grunts, clutching the table to stay upright.
I laugh, getting back to my feet and taking the tattoo gun with me. I walk right up to him, nearly a head taller, and honestly, it surprises me. He seemed so much bigger from a distance. “Let me let you in on a little secret,” I whisper, watching his brows furrow and his lips twist. “You put your hands on my girl, and because of that, I’m going to kill you, but that’s not the exciting part—” I pause, smirking as his gaze whips toward me, and honestly, I have no idea if it’s because I mentioned he touched my girl or because I told him I’m going to kill him. “Once I’m done with you, I’m going to end her life too. Not tonight. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and when I do, she’s gonna beg for it.”
Crew clenches his jaw. “If you fucking touch her—”
“You mean like you did?” I question, purring in his ear, focusing on the rapid beating of his pulse at the base of his throat. “Does it make you feel big bruising her face? Hearing her cry out in agony? What about the way she looked at you? The betrayal in her eyes? The fear? Did it get your cock hard like it does for me?”
The anger explodes, venomous rage flashing in his dark stare, and he lunges for me again, only this time, I let him. Crew grabs me by the front of my hoodie, throwing me back down on Big Jim’s chair as he comes down over me, hovering with his face barely inches from mine. “If you lay a fucking hand on her, I’m gonna kill you.”
My excitement rages like a wild storm brewing beneath the surface, and as I meet Crew’s gaze, all I can do is smile. “Ooooh, I think it’s a little too late for that,” I laugh, taking in the way his whole body seems to shake. “Do you have any idea how fucking pretty she is when she comes? How she clenches her eyes and screams out? How sweet she tastes? Fuck. I think I’ll head back to her place tonight.”
Rage burns through his gaze, and I see the very second he makes the decision to end my life, but it’s too little too late for him. I hold the tattoo gun in a tight fist, so fucking sure and precise with my movement as my hand snaps out and creates the perfect arc. The tip of the gun plunges deep into the base of Crew’s throat, and my fucking cock springs to life.
