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Fern stuttered and drew his baton, his other hand hovering over the gun slung at his waist. “I’ll shoot you, Psycho. Don’t test me.”
“Don’t fucking testme! SHE’S MINE!” My body launched forward, the baton clanging to the ground as I blocked his downward strike. Dodging his half-assed fighting skills was child’s play. He went to unsheathe his gun, but he wasn’t fast enough. I took advantage of the distraction, wrapping a hand around the back of his head and stabbing the pen directly through his eyeball.
“I said I’d take your jaw, but your eye will do.”
He screamed, pushing against me in desperation. “I’m going to kill you, kill her. I swear, I swear.”
“You can’t do shit when you're dead.” I pushed harder, my hold steady and sure despite the blood saturating my fingers.
I heard his breath hitch, then his broad form slumped dead, the pen fully embedded into his eye socket. Thankfully, he was situated on one side of the room, so I still had floor space to move around in his swivel chair. The seat cushioning was comfortable and remained warm. Getting in a cosy position, I couldn’t detain my grin as I enjoyed the view.
My slanted grin soon dissolved. Mayor Oakview filled the screen, his greedy expression directed at Micah.
I didn’t like the image: his beady eyes undressing her, imagining her naked and writhing beneath him. One didn’t have to guess what the fuck was going through his brain.
It didn’t matter if his last name was plastered over the entrance, or that he was the leading politician ruling the damn city. He was looking at my girl like he was going to eat her, and she was entertaining his hungry stare, wearing an accepting smile.
A growl sliced through my clenched teeth. If she wanted some big-wig rich dude with a dud cock, she shouldn’t have demanded my attention.
It was too late for her, too late for us.
My fingers flew over the keyboard, and with a smug chuckle I pressed enter on the computer. I leant back and my hands flexed behind my neck as I watched the masterpiece unfold. Every single door in the asylum clicked open. The fundraiser was about to get a whole lot more interesting.
Did she fucking kill her?I think there’s a high possibility that she fucking killed her.
As I watched Katsy’s body slump to the ground on the security monitor, a huge weight lifted from my soul, the exact size and heaviness of the blonde tormentor who was now unalive.
My golden girl was blood-drenched, streaks of red smudged over her face as she escaped the clawing celebrations and stalked through the corridors. Inmates ran crazy, chanting and hackling, enjoying their freedom by destroying whatever they could get their hands on. I’d caused an all-out riot.
Guests fled the scene and security were overwhelmed. A deafening alarm chimed through the facility and Fern’s emergency beeper buzzed non-stop, vibrating next to his still chest.
I eyed Micah’s procession, attempting to guess her intended destination as she geared further into the unit.
She wouldn’t be coming to see little old me, would she? Should I wait in my room, naked? Strike a sexy pose?
Twisting down the hallway, she filled the frame of the kitchen, watching Walter and his goons harass young Cookie.
Fuck this destitute, useless castle with dodgy cameras. I was observing body language alone, the camera’s vision restricted to blurry images shifting in and out of focus.
Walter soon had her in a chokehold, his arm locked around her throat from behind. He leant forward and licked up the side of her face. I bounced on the balls of my feet, ready to fly to her side and rip out his fucking tongue.
I hesitated. Micah’s mouth stretched into a serial killer grin. I’d only ever seen that expression on one other person. Me—in the reflective pools of my victims’ eyes.
All went black.
MICAH
Ace’s whimpers plagued my retreating form until I found myself at the communal kitchen door, Walter and his crew bullying the poor boy huddling beside the sink.
“Leave him,” I said, stealing their attention.
Walter clucked as his eyes roamed over my body, approaching as if he was a hunter. You’d think he would process my red-stained skin or soiled dress. Instead, power and lust clouded his judgement, his two sidekicks not any smarter as their eager steps brought them closer.
“Doctor Chaser, you look breathtaking. Have you come to join us?”
“I came to join Ace.”
“He’s a boy. He wouldn’t know how to handleall of you.”
