Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I walk down the quiet corridor, my temper following me like a shadow as patients sleep. My family has a lot of connections, and despite disliking the detective, the fucker is handy. Buying out doctors and erasing records is done within seconds with the right people in your pocket.
I come to a stop at his room, thinking about Ivy last night and the state she was in. I wish she could see this. Feel the satisfaction and relief that will come from it. But I know it’s better to keep her away from it. She might not be able to spill blood, but I’ll gladly do it for her.
The door silently opens, and I find the fucker passed out in his hospital bed. His arm is in a cast, and he looks bedridden. I guess it sucks to be him. I shut the door behind me, then pull the curtain so no one can see through the door. I loom over him, and the fucker has no better sense to stir awake. I reach inside my jacket and find my spiked gloves.
When Ford and I survived fighting on the streets, I learned that my greatest weapons were my fists, while he prefers crowbars. Even when we began working for Eli, we never changed our methods. I like feeling bones break and blood splattering my skin. The spikes on the knuckles of my gloves make everything far more explosive and effective. Instead of putting them on as I usually would, I put them on the opposite hands, so the spikes are on the palms so whatever I grab will feel the bite of them.
These gloves have taken many lives. But this one, I think, will be one of my favorites. I flick off his machines, and a moment later, his eyelids burst open. Horror mars his features as his gaze quickly flicks to the gloves and then back to my face as if he can’t believe I’m standing here. I bet he wishes it were a nightmare. But I imagine he’s used to being the monster haunting plenty of women’s dreams. How many women has he done it to? How long has he thought he’d go unpunished?
“Hello, Lester.” I smile like the devil himself, embracing the part of me that only wants to see a price paid in blood. “I bet you thought you’d seen the last of me.” I lean down and pull the blankets off him. He cries out and tries to fight against me, but no one will hear him. And even if they do, no one will come. Turns out, having influential parents and a dirty detective in the family makes things really easy.
“I-I didn’t d-do anything,” he stammers. I don’t care what he has to say. I saw what he was doing with my own fucking eyes. That was all the proof I needed. “I didn’t know she was your woman,” he says in the next breath, which very much says he knows what he was doing. “I didn’t supply it.” I would really like to take this nice and slow, stretch it out, slowly run my glove up and down his skin, but I have a woman to return to. “I’ll give you names,” he says in a pleading tone.
“You talk too much for a dead man,” I say, reaching for the pillow behind his head and taking the pillowcase off with my free hand, then stuffing it into his mouth. He tries to pull it out, but I hold his arm down, the spikes of my glove digging into his skin and making him wince. His other arm is already in a cast, including his fingers, so he can’t use that at all. Such a shame. So helpless. As most cowards are.
I pull his hospital gown up, and when I do, I see a sad excuse for a fucking dick. I bet women laugh at it; probably why he drugs them because it’s the only way he can fuck them. The fucking asshole.
I’m a cold-blooded killer, make no mistake about that, but what this man does is disgusting. And all people like him should be put six feet into the fucking ground. He tries to pull his arm free, but I’m a lot stronger than he is. I wrap my other gloved hand around his cock. His screams are muffled by the pillowcase as he tries to kick and wriggle from the hold I have on him. I squeeze harder, and blood begins to ooze from his cock.
A man like him isn’t deserving of a dick. It should only be used to please women or to be pleased by a willing partner. And it seems this man has his priorities all mixed up, so I’ve come to fix that for him. I squeeze a little harder, and blood starts leaking onto his bed. His eyes roll back in his head, and he quickly passes out, taking much of the fun out of this for me. Fucking pussy.