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The guy’s a total fucking narcissist.
It was a relief to see Seytan walk in and stop him in his tracks. Until she stepped aside and introduced our newest recruit, flooring me.
I mean, obviously, I knew we were getting someone new. Drainpipe died nearly two weeks ago on the last mission, and it was a given that they’d bring in his replacement, but I wasn’t expecting…this.
A girl.
And not just any girl. But one of us. A killer.
My dick stirs.
Someone has resumed talking – probably Snow – but I can’t take my eyes off her.
She’s beautiful, in a wild sort of way. Her hair is a mess of bright red waves that fall down her back in a tangle. She looks freshly fucked and all the better for it. Her eyes are a piercing green, and they flicker around the room, taking everything in. Her eyes alight on Hatchet with a spark of glee, but it seems like she finds the rest of us wanting. And wanting I am. There’s something dangerous about her, something that makes my heart race. I have to have her.
But I know better than to let myself get too close. We’re all killers here, and there’s no room for distractions. Not if we want to get out alive.
Snow tuts and shakes his head, muttering something under his breath. But I can tell he’s intrigued by Kayla, just like the rest of us.
I watch as she walks towards her seat. I can’t help but feel drawn to her, even as I remind myself that she’s off limits. But as she gets closer, I can see the way her hips sway with every step, even in the god-awful orange jumpsuit they’ve dressed her in. Her curves are barely contained by the obnoxious material, and there’s more than a generous amount of cleavage poking out of the top.
I know that I won’t be able to resist her for long. Not that I’ll actually do anything about it. But, you know, my hand and my dick will be getting real friendly for a time or two. I wonder if they’ll give her Drainpipe’s old room. If they do, it means she’ll be right next to me. I don’t know how I’d feel about that. It would be blissful torture, I expect.
Even now, my dick is responding to her presence, causing me to shift uncomfortably in my chair.
She catches me staring and gives me a smirk in response, her full lips curved into a knowing smile.
What I wouldn’t give to turn that cocksure grin into an ‘O’ of surprise. She thinks she’s got me pegged, but she wouldn’t know what had hit her if I chose to make my move.
But I won’t.
Besides, I desperately want to ask her questions – who she is, how she killed, how many, how she got caught – but it’s frowned upon here. We’re only entitled to know what the speaker wishes to share. And unfortunately for the rest of us, all Snow wants to do is drone on and on about his misunderstood genius.
I hope Kayla is keen to share, even though we’re not a group of friends, we’re a group of killers. Kayla looks like she can handle herself just fine, but the intrigue and not knowing enough about her might just drive me insane.
Well, more insane than the doctors already say I am.
If such a thing were possible.
Looking at Kayla Kingfisher, I can absolutely believe that it is.
SHE REEKS OF EAU DE DESPERATION
‘BAD GUY’ – BILLIE EILISH
KOOKABURRA
God, this guy sounds like a total fucking knob head. What a fuckpig. Am I really supposed to believethat I’m incarcerated with the biggest and baddest this shithole country has to offer? Please. I could dance bloody massacred circles around this guy’s corpse in my sleep. Killer, my arse. He’s a fucking wannabe if ever I saw one with his shaved undercut and tattoos bleeding into the back of his skull.
He does have bone structure to make angels weep though, and thick dark lashes.
Life really isn’t fair sometimes. Boys donotneed lashes like that. What on earth use for them could they possibly ever have? You never see guys batting their lashes or looking up coyly from under them to get what they want. Wasted.
Even his beauty is not enough to make up for his shitty personality.
This place blows.
Admittedly, I’ve not seen much of it yet. Just the bitch’s office and now this windowless room with ambient lighting and chintzy soft furnishings that are trying to create a cosy, homely vibe.
