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“Don’t give up so soon. Make me bleed a little more,” he encourages. “I didn’t say it had to be someone else’s blood to get me hot.” He proves his point by pressing the weight of his body into mine, pinning both of my wrists next to my head.
He’s…well endowed, pressing all those long hard inches against my stomach. And fuck, I shouldn’t love how good it feels.
The monster groans and then wiggles the tip of his wet tongue into my ear canal as he grinds his dick into me.
“God, I can’t wait to fuck every one of your holes. And I will, dead or alive, I don’t really care.”
I try not to think too hard about that threat, but my mind can’t seem to let it go.
“Does Maddie know about your necrophilia?” Again, my question gets to him, and he momentarily goes still before responding. “Doubt she’ll approve or let you near her once she finds out.”
“Fuck you,” he growls into my ear before biting it.
“Wow,” I say through the sting of his piercing teeth. “For such a violent psycho sadist, you really don’t want her to know your deep dark secrets or fear you. Why is that? Are you in love with her or something?”
That’s the last thing I get to say to him, because his next blow puts me on the floor, and then he’s on top of me. His forearm presses across my neck choking the life from me.
8
Maddie
After drinking all day in the bar with Celeste, I’m so drunk I can’t even stand up when RJ and Thane show up at the bar. I wait for a third man to follow them inside, assuming they had to work late to get caught up on jobs. After fifteen minutes, I know because I keep checking my phone and trying to call him, Jordan is still a no show.
I may have told him that I needed space, and that I was pissed at him for going to a PI to dig up information about me, but I still can’t help but worry about him.
“Hey, RJ!” I shout to the man sitting at the bar since I’m not entirely sure I can walk over there. When he looks over his shoulder at my table and gives me a nod, I say, “Where’s Jordan?”
“He was going to sweep up and said he would be right behind us.”
“You left him at the shop alone?” I huff in disbelief.
“He was supposed to be here already,” it sounds like Thane mutters to RJ.
“How could you two leave him at the shop where there was a dead body hanging earlier today?” I ask as I push my chair back and try to close the distance between us. I stagger from one chair to the next table to the next until I reach the bar and cling to it right between the two men. “Well?” I ask them.
“Maddie, you’re drunk, and since you probably won’t remember this, I’m going to go ahead and say it,” Thane explains. “Who the fuck is killing people? Is Jordan in danger? If so, maybe you should’ve fucking said something before now!”
“Whoa.” I physically recoil from his unexpected attitude and fall into RJ who grabs my waist to keep me upright.
“Leave her alone,” Celeste says. “It’s not Maddie’s fault some lunatic is out there killing people!”
“No, but she could’ve at least told us what she knows,” Thane remarks. “Or will you wait for the next person to die before revealing your secret past?”
“Go!” I tell him, pointing toward the door. “Get your ass on your bike and go get Jordan!”
“I don’t take orders from you,” he says as he slips off his stool. “But I will go check on Jordan because he’s my friend and your secrets could put him in danger.”
“No kidding! So why did you leave him there alone?”
“Jordan’s a grown man with a gun. He can take care of himself,” RJ replies. “But maybe we should go see what the holdup is. I thought he would be here by now.”
“Right! Go! And tell him I’m still mad at him but I want to see him. And talk to him. And touch him.”
“Okay, Maddie,” RJ says as he steers me to a pulled-out chair at the closest table, urging me down to sit in it. “She obviously can’t ride on a bike like this,” he tells someone.
“I’ll make sure she gets home safe,” Celeste says. “But first, go check on Jordan.”
The two men stroll out the door not the least bit in a hurry while my heart is trying to beat out of my chest. I try to call Jordan again, but his phone just keeps ringing before it goes to voicemail. “Jordan, it’s me. Where are you? I thought you were going to pick me up at the bar, but you’re not here yet and I miss you. I hate fighting with you, so please get your ass over here or at least call me to let me know you’re okay. You shouldn’t be out alone. The Kings wouldn’t let any of the women wander around alone after two murders, but apparently, it’s fine for you guys since you carry guns. Please hurry up,” I say again before I end the call.
