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She had taken items from most of my kills and planted them on a fifty-two-year-old murdering paedophile. I had a strong suspicion it was why she took my knife and mask.
She wasn't a foe, but was she a friend?
I linked my fingers together and cracked my fingers. It was time to access the FBI files again. I hope my little minx was ready to play because I sure as fuck was.
Chapter 5
Emilia
I watched him crack his fingers and access the secure FBI site while I shook my head. If he got caught, then all my hard work would be for nought, but it wouldn't be long until he identified who I was. I knew he was smart enough to piece it all together. It took months to plan everything out, and I loved watching that piece of shit get arrested for his crimes. I’d created a very specific profile for Simon Gall, coupled with the evidence I’d planted it was a slam dunk case.
I couldn't deny my obsession with Cyrus, but I remained cautious at the same time. I stopped reading books and watching television because I couldn’t stop watching and stalking Cyrus. The only person I had confided in was my Grandmother because she told me how she had met my Grandfather and it was freakishly similar to me and Cyrus. If anyone would understand, it would be Valerie Molloy. As for me, it was time to return to Virginia and meet Cyrus. Hopefully, by the time I met him, he would know who I was.
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He was a genius who used his business to travel around the various states only to bring his kills back to his home. He flew under the radar because he didn't live in a major city. The use of his private jet ensured privacy in transporting his kills. He was self-taught in everything he did, as he hadn't gone to college or university. I was ahead of my class by several years and secured a university position when I barely started high school. I nervously mulled over everything on my short flight. When I got out of the airport, an arm suddenly hooked around mine. My automatic reaction was to tackle the offender.
“Ms Malloy, how kind of you to come to me. You saved me a trip,” Cyrus said in a dry voice as he took my suitcase and began to guide me towards his car.
Okay, he was faster than I thought he would be. I’d planned to accost him at a charity event he was due to attend.
I glanced up at him, but he looked ahead at his car. He was considerably taller in person, and a sliver of uncertainty began to seep into me as we moved closer to his car. He opened the door for me, and I hesitated.
“Don't make me stick a needle inside you, sweetheart,” he said in a husky voice against my ear as his hand snaked around my abdomen. “Because you know I will.”
When I glanced down, I saw he wasn't lying. He had a needle in his hand. He pushed me over the car and swept his hand around my back before he did the same to my front. He paused before he slipped his hand down the front of my blouse. I rolled my eyes and let him check for any recording devices.
“I’d heard so much about American hospitality, but this is overkill,” I said casually as I pushed back at him and climbed into the car. “I’m not bugged.”
He flung my suitcase in the back seat and rushed towards the driver's seat. As soon as he shut his door, I heard the door locks engage. He wore a black suit with a white shirt but no tie. A few buttons were open, and I could see his tanned skin. I’d seen him shirtless on camera, but being this close and inhaling his cologne made me stifle a groan. Once we had left the airport, he glanced at me.
“Do you work for the FBI?” he asked with hard eyes and a suspicion clear in his eyes.
“You could say I’m loaned to them for a while,” I replied. There would have been limited information about me on the FBI system.
His eyes moved back towards the road.
“You seem too young to be in the FBI.”
“I turned twenty-one a few weeks ago,” I said with a smile because people always assumed I was much older due to the way I dressed and my mannerisms.
“What the fuck?” he muttered under his breath before he looked at me again, but this time his eyes dropped to my breasts.
At least I knew he wasn't indifferent to me. He was eleven years older than me at thirty-two, but he looked his age.
“You might want to keep your eyes on the road,” I said when his eyes worked further down to my bare legs.
He pursed his lips together, but his eyes snapped towards the road again. He didn't like being caught out. My Dad was just as uptight, but he was never far away from my mother. Her soft, calm nature seemed to subdue his beast. I was uncertain if they ever picked up on how much I learned about their relationship dynamics and I was grateful that my Grandma had shared their history with me. My family was truly fucked up, but I loved them for their individuality. I could see one of my brothers following the family speciality and wondered if my Dad and Grandparents could see it in Conner.
I couldn't hold it against any of them. After all, I followed their suit.
Chapter 6
Cyrus
She was a kid in a woman’s body. I closed my eyes because what a fucking body. All the nasty, filthy things I wanted—no, needed to do to her were unlike any other urge I’d ever had.
“Why are you trying to get us killed?” her soft, melodic voice pierced into my dark thoughts.
