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“God, you on your knees for me?” He sucks on his teeth. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a man quite as big as you blow me before.”

For a moment, the smile slips from my face. I’m so fucking tempted to smash his head against the bar top.

“Well then, it’s settled. Follow me.” I turn around. My gaze collides with Skylar’s. I’m slammed with a brief bout of red-hot rage when I notice he’s not alone. Skylar is only a few feet away, grinding against some man who has his hands all over his body.

My eyes trail down his outfit that’s so similar to mine, only Skylar wears it better. His sleeves are rolled up, exposing those sexy forearms. The hard shift of lean muscles. Those prominent veins. He’s breathtaking. Skylar lifts his hands into the air, never breaking eye contact. The man behind him slinks his hands across Skylar’s exposed skin.

Right there under the spotlight, his tight black jeans outline a thick erection. My gaze returns to his, and then I let out a growl before storming off.

I can’t get distracted by this tempting vixen. Not again. Not tonight. I desperately need this kill. I need some part of my life to right itself after meeting Skylar King. He won’t ruin my plans. Not again. I invited him to play witness on purpose, whether he knows it or not. So, it’s up to him if he decides to partake.

Charlie follows me down the hall and out the emergency exit. The loud music falls away as soon as the door closes. “How did you know the alarm wouldn’t sound?”

I smirk. “Let’s just say you aren’t the first man I’ve taken out here.” Even though he is. Too bad the man won’t be getting his rocks off one last time before he dies. “Employees sneak out that door for a smoke all the time. Come on, let’s move down further into the dark just in case someone decides to do just that.”

“Hmm. That’s probably a good idea. Although, can you imagine how hot it would be to have someone watch me shove my cock down your throat?” He chuckles.

My lips tip up into a sadistic grin. “Good, then that means you should only get harder every time you hear that door open, and music pours out into the alley, right?”

“You bet.”

“That’s exactly what I wanted.” That, and a certain little serial killer to join us for the good part.

The older man struts confidently like a cocky motherfucker as he moves further into the dark alley. The solitary streetlamp reflects the wicked blend of silver and black in his hair, a fleeting halo of light before he steps deliberately into the shadows. Pulling my leather gloves out, I slide them on and flex my fingers. Welcoming the familiar, suffocating grip.

When he finds a spot he likes, he leans against the brick building and unbuttons his pants. “Come here,” he commands. He’s dressed in well-tailored clothes that complement his solid frame. It’s too bad Charlie is so handsome. He’s such a rotten, disgusting creep. When I approach, he subtly slides his hand into his pocket and pulls out a tiny pill. The darkness works to my benefit because he can’t tell I’m watching him like a hawk. He thinks he’s sly.

So, is this his plan? Get me on my knees and shove the pill down my throat along with his cock?

“I said, come here.”

He thinks he’s in control, but I’m already ten steps ahead of him. I’m just waiting for my pretty porn star to join us. “Stroke yourself first, old man,” I taunt. “It doesn’t even look like you’re excited yet.”

Anger and confusion war on his face. I chuckle low. Looks like the slimy asshole doesn’t like degradation.

“What the fuck did you just call—”

“Don’t waste my time. If you want a fucking blow job, get yourself ready for me,” I interrupt.

Irritated, he palms himself through his pants. It’s halfhearted, and even from here I can see he’s seething. Quietly, almost too quietly, I hear the club door open. Music spills into the night before quickly fading. Charlie tries to peer around me, but I block his view with my body. I press my body against his, trapping him there as I subtly look over my shoulder.

My lips stretch into a wide smile when I spot Skylar. He presses himself against the building so Charlie can’t see his approach. My dick gets hard when Skylar slides a pair of latex gloves onto his hands. Looks like the little serial killer came prepared. If I thought my heart was racing with anticipation before, it’s pounding for a whole different reason now.

“What was that?” Charlie asks, trying to push me away so he can see. “Is someone else there?” There’s a slight edge of panic in his voice now. shoving myself off his body, I punch him hard in the gut.

Charlie lets out a cry of pain and hunches over, stumbling forward. I catch him easily, punching him in the face. Leather snags against skin. His head slams back against the brick wall with a delicious, sickly crunch.

I need this.

When other killers talk about a beast living inside them, I used to think it was such a fucking cliché. It’s not. I can feel its metaphorical claws scraping against my ribs. Tonight, I don’t want clean lines or the distant echo of a rifle shot. I need to feel it. It’s been too damn long. I want it to be raw, messy, and unforgiving.

I tug my tactical blade from my pocket.

Charlie falls onto the rough asphalt, coughing and spitting blood. My eyes wander over to a large tear on his cheek. It’s gushing blood. There’s something so satisfying about leather gloves ripping the skin open.

Skylar casually approaches. He’s no longer hiding, but it’s also obvious he isn’t a civilian rushing in to help the sexual predator on the ground. Charlie’s gaze jumps from my blade up to Skylar. “Oh god, help. Help me. He’s a fucking monster.”

Skylar’s eyes have a murderous gleam that reminds me of the angry man I saw at the restaurant weeks ago. He doesn’t bother looking at me, just studies the man on the ground as he saunters between us. Fingers lightly glide over the exposed skin on my forearm, causing my cock to jump.