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Hours pass, and it’s just me and him now. The others went home a while ago.
When I got this invitation from Casius, I was pleased. I know how drunk he gets, how easy it’ll be to take him back to my house. I do own a penthouse in the city, but I don’t dothisthere. That would be a lot less discreet.
He starts to get up, grabbing the edge of the chair as he steadies himself.
“Heading out?” I clasp him on the shoulder.
“Mmm,” he grumbles. “Gonna catch a…uh, you know.” He chuckles, gait tottering.
“A taxi?” My chuckle is low, almost breathy. This is gonna be so easy.
“That’s right.” He scoffs. “I need some s-sleep.”
I nod as we stride out together onto a bustling city street. “How about I take you home?”
Of course I offer my dear friend a ride. How else will I manage to kill him?
He glances with watery eyes, unsure of my proposition. “Yeah?”
“Of course. I have nothing to do anyway.” I grin as he hums a response. “My car is just over there.”
I point left, but before we start toward that direction, I spot the woman from the bar, sitting inside her sedan, her hands gripping the steering wheel.
If I was the kind of man who cared, I’d probably knock and ask her if she’s okay. Maybe apologize for his dickish behavior. But I don’t do a thing except take note of her license plateso I can look her up later.
She remains behind us, growing distant, while together we make it down two blocks until we’re in front of my black SUV. Nothing special about it. I prefer not to draw unnecessary attention to myself. I don’t flaunt my money—except the penthouse, of course. That’s mine. I earned it. Put everything into my work to be where I am. My mother may have left me in the hands of evil, but I rose to the top by clawing my way out.
I open the backseat for him, because that’s where he belongs. As he starts to climb up, I reach inside my pocket and retrieve a syringe.
He doesn’t register my breaths lingering around his nape, the way my hand moves up slowly, while the other curls around his front before it fastens around his neck.
“What the?—”
But it’s too late. The needle punctures the side of his throat, and his words die as quickly as he will.
People dart past us, but no one cares as I subtly shove his body across the seats and shut the door behind him.
I enter the driver’s side and start the car, rolling it onto the street.
Can’t wait until he wakes up so the fun can begin.
CHAPTER THREE
KAYLA
My blood boils,my pulse battering as I slam my knuckles over and over against my steering wheel.
That man from the bar… His breath reeking of liquor, his leery gaze running down my body like he was picturing himself in places others have invaded.
I couldn’t help the emotions he brought out in me. The desire to end him, to take a bottle to his throat, overwhelmed me until I forced myself to leave.
He laughed as I flipped him around and subdued him. Like I’m some big joke.
Thinks he can touch me without my permission? Not anymore. No one will get to do that again.
As soon as I walked out of the bar, I wanted to return and find him. I wanted to do bad things.
Would I have done it, though, if I’d had the chance? Would Ihave taken his life? Could I be pushed far enough?
