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Page 39 of MissManaged

Pausing at the front entrance, I watch as he climbs into Cole’s car, and shuts the door behind him. They exchange a serious discussion, evident by the furrowed brows I can see, but I don’t stick around to watch what happens.

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The last two days have been business as usual—I slipped right back into my normal routines. The men in my life kept rather silent, and I’ve been able to pretend things inside me haven’t been completely fractured and ready to crumble into a million pieces. But at the same time, my darkness has been peeking out. Every person I pass on the street begs the question, do they deserve to die? What possible plights could they have committed that would make me justified in taking their life? I make up stories for them in my mind, giving them a brutal, bloodthirsty storyline that matches my desires.

I’ve become consumed with thoughts of what methods I could use to kill them, how I would get them alone. The perfect locations where I could kill but not get caught. Possible alibis. Ways to dispose of a body. Rituals I could perform to make sure I don’t leave any evidence behind. I find myself smiling at the thoughts. It’s a happy place to be.

My phone chirps and I pick it up, reading the new message as my stalker unlocks the phone.

Ravenmaster: Something’s been bothering me, and I can’t let it go any longer.

I’m surprised by his message. Normally my stalker is all about commanding me to do things and giving me threats. This is an entirely new approach for him.

Raven: Oh, really? And what’s that?

Ravenmaster: How little self-control you had the last time you killed.

Raven: Really? This again?

Ravenmaster: I told you to keep a gun on you at all times. It was so you would be protected in an instance like what happened in the alley. You could have just shot the man if you couldn’t suppress the need to kill, instead of putting yourself in danger. But you didn’t think things through.

Raven: Sorry, Daddy.

I even roll my eyes while hitting send. Hopefully he can read all the sarcasm in my text.

Ravenmaster: Don’t sass me like that. I saw the eye roll.

Fuck. It’s hard to remember he watches me through my camera when I don’t see my reflection shining back at me.

Raven: Don’t worry, I’ll remember the rules next time.

Ravenmaster: Yes, well, I think it’s time I taught you another one. The seventh rule of killing: Always make sure you control the circumstances.

Ravenmaster: You’re fixing to have some visitors. Don’t worry, they don’t know anything.

Ravenmaster: While you’re busy, I’ll figure out a plan to make sure you don’t lose control next time.

He doesn’t leave me any time between messages to respond, and I know he won’t reply now. It’s clear he cut off our conversation. Moments after I throw my phone off to the side, the doorbell rings. I guess it’s a good thing he cut off the conversation because we were about to be interrupted anyway. I wonder how he knew. Was it because he’s been monitoring the security cameras on our front gate? Or is it because whoever the visitor is, he already had his eye on them.

How does he find the time to keep track of everything involving my life? Does he not have a job, or friends? I’m pondering the questions when there’s a knock on my door. “Come in,” I call out. The door slowly swings open and Vander steps into my room. He looks about, searching for where I am. When his eyes land on where I’m sitting, he turns to me.

“There are two police officers asking to speak with you. I tried telling them you were unavailable, but they insist on waiting,” he tells me.

After being attacked the other day, I’m surprised it’s taken them this long to come and question me. I let out an annoyed sigh and get up. What else would they need to know? Vander already told them everything, plus they had plenty of key witnesses of those who were sitting around us. It wouldn’t be as annoying if I knew they could give me some answers as to why he attacked me, but if they could answer that question, then my stalker and Vander wouldn’t be hiding it from me.

“Want me to call your lawyer?” Vander asks when I reach him at the doorway.

“Nah. I’ll just whip out that line if they become too annoying. I’d rather get them out of my hair now. We both know I don’t want them sniffing around any longer than it takes to answer their questions.” He answers by putting his hand on my lower back and sticking close. He doesn’t need to say he has my back and won’t be far. His actions say it all.

As soon as I reach the entry hall, I have to hide the smirk wanting to appear. Vander didn’t lead them into the sitting room, he kept them standing right inside the door, trying to make them subtly feel unwanted. “Gentlemen,” I greet them.

“Remington Halston. Thank you for leaving your conference call early to meet with us,” the taller man says as he turns around. Ah, so that’s the line Vander fed them. I instantly recognize the man and his partner. It’s the two men who were at my engagement party talking about how Scott was missing. Now my stalker’s comment about them not knowing anything makes a lot more sense. Maybe I’ll thank him for the heads up. “I’m Detective Monroe, and this is my partner, Detective Cooper.”

“What can I do for you?” I ask, not wanting to waste any time with frivolous niceties.

“We have a few matters to discuss with you. First though, how are you doing after your attack the other day?” Ah. So the older man must be playing the good cop. Can’t say I’ll be disappointed to see the handsome one as the bad cop. Normally I’d jump at the chance to seduce the handsome cop to my bed, but now my mind goes to my men and wanting to roleplay with them instead. Oh no, Mr. Officer, please don’t handcuff me! I’ll do anything you want, just please let me go!

“I’m utterly shaken to my core. Have you figured out why he would attack me? I find myself jumping at every shadow I see. Thank the lord I have such an amazing guard who was able to stop him in time.” I hold one hand over my face and flutter my eyes closed, like I’m trying to hold back my emotions. My other hand reaches out for Vander in a show of thankfulness for him. “I’ve had nightmares every night since.”


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