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Onyx wipes the computer clean, deleting any evidence, and powers it down. He grabs the paper with Maxwell’s picture and everything that he wrote down, folding it as he hands it to me.
“I know you said you wanted to go to the store, but how about we go see what this grimy piece of shit is up to instead?”
I smile back at Onyx as he stands up from his desk. “Let’s go hunt.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ONYX
We’ve been sitting outside of the office building that Maxwell owns and works in for the past four hours without catching sight of him. Selene called his office from a burner phone, pretending to be someone from his doctor's office, and found out that he’s been in meetings all day.
We can’t leave now, though. Part of the process involves stalking and tracking our prey's every move—learning their routine and every aspect of their life so we can avoid any unwanted conflicts. We can’t risk something fucking it all up; it’s better to know what we’re getting into before we fully immerse ourselves in it.
“How long do you think until he comes out?” Selene asks, shifting impatiently in her seat. If there’s one thing that differs between the two of us, it's that she struggles with control and restraint. Me, on the other hand, I have no problem lying in wait as long as necessary.
I glance up at the glass building, my eyes scanning the windows, trying to see if I can spot Maxwell through any of them. But with the glare, it’s hard to see. I would be willing to bet that, since he owns the building, he’s situated on the top floor—somewhere he can sit high above everyone else and look down on them like the peasants that they are in his eyes.
“I don’t know. I don’t know his whole meeting schedule,” I tell her, grabbing my bottle of water from the cup holder. I unscrew the lid and take a swig before setting it back down. “Patience, Selene. We’ve talked about this before. Didn't you get your impulsive bullshit out with Ian last time?”
“Fuck you,” she growls at me, rolling her eyes as she crosses her arms over her chest. “The impulsivity is more of a rush. And this shit is fucking boring. We could just slip inside and leave him dead at his desk.”
“Don’t be a fucking idiot,” I snap at her, pushing my seat back as I kick my feet up on the dashboard. “Seriously. You really want to try and get away with that kind of shit?”
Selene shrugs, turning to look out the window in the opposite direction of where Maxwell is. Sometimes her attitude and this shit grate on my fucking nerves, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to snap her fragile fucking neck.
I love her in every way that I possibly can, but sometimes she’s so fucking aggravating.
“You see that car that’s parked two behind us?” Selene says quietly, staring into the mirror by her window. “That black sedan. It pulled up not long after we parked and has been there the entire time.”
My breath catches in my throat, my senses heightened as I discreetly glance into the mirror to my left. “Did you notice anyone get out of the car?”
“Nope,” she says, matter-of-factly. “I haven’t been watching it the entire time we’ve been here, but I noticed it when it pulled up, and that it’s still there. Can you see anyone in it?”
I’m instantly irritated. If there’s one thing Selene is good at, it’s noticing things that I miss sometimes. When I’m focused on what I'm doing, I can slip up and not pay attention to mysurroundings, but it doesn’t happen often. This is one of those moments where she’s under my fucking skin and shaking up my normalcy.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me when you noticed the car?”
Selene glances at me, her lips pursed as she shrugs. “I figured that you would have noticed it too.”
I run a frustrated hand through my messy hair. “If you see something, just fucking tell me in case I don’t notice.”
She smiles sweetly at me. “Of course, daddy.” The sarcasm is heavy in her words, and I don’t miss the bite in her tone.
“Let me take you in the backseat and you can call me daddy all you want,” I tell her, my voice low and hoarse as my cock grows in my pants.
There’s something about killing with Selene that has a way of sending blood straight to my dick. There’s a sensual aspect to what we do together, never mind the fact that I'm usually hard whenever she’s in my presence. If there’s one thing we don’t lack, it’s chemistry and an insatiable sexual appetite for one another.
“What about Maxwell? And the car?”
I look back in the mirror. “It doesn’t look like there’s anyone in the car.”
“I’m going to go look.” Selene’s hand is already on the door handle, pushing the door open before I can stop her.
I close my eyes, inhaling deeply as I wrap my hands around the steering wheel, imagining that it’s her fucking throat. I tighten my grip, squeezing it until my knuckles are a stark white. Her impulsivity is literally going to be the death of both of us.
She should know better than to do something that could draw attention to us, especially if there’s a chance that we are being followed right now, by God knows who.
Opening my eyes, I watch in the mirror as she strides down the sidewalk, heading directly toward the black sedan. Whenshe gets closer to it, it abruptly pulls out of its spot along the curb and whips onto the street, directly into oncoming traffic. Another car blares its horn at the sedan, and I hear its engine rev as the driver presses down on the gas and speeds past us.
