IN
ase... Stop.
stuck in my head for eight goddamn months,
could barely keep up wi
het
mpetence, she had the n
t, I'll make sure she regrets every single breath she took after
or years. I'll make her regret t
ere were nothing but bottom-feeders... thieves, addicts, liars, and abus
d town, Kyrie had his common sense and his heart stolen by the same woman I'd give
around twenty or thereabout, was putting on a mask
It only made her predictable. I've dealt with her type
pped her hip like he was trying to brand her with his fingers. He was groaning like she was s
way her body shook under him. Her moans were strang
and falling apart when I h
second, I'd memorized every fucking detail of her face – high cheekbones, parted plump lips, with deep, blue eyes
yanked the m
hing, and I also gave her the
panic. I closed mine, let out a breathy mo
y she
Kyrie, because, the moment I set my eyes on her, I'd kill her without even blinking, and he
. When he loves, it's all-consuming and reckless. The kind of love that could kill
tight little pussy. Perhaps he didn't get enough that night. I hope it wasn
it when they have their way. Just like the one my father had
e hard-on. Still blinded by love. And in two days, like a true fool, he was
u
h life experience get played by someone wh
on and on about how she kept him happy and
cing on t
ng had a
o feed off his last name, ou
the wedding, I'd have to
h I pulled from the dead man's shirt. It didn't matt
said into
secured," came Ky
olitions expert, had his rifle tucked tight to his shoulder, while his eyes swept every dark crevi
months... Another warehouse masking
ibution people n
st wing," Kyrie murmured through
rie, flush him. Keep him running. I want to see t
passed another room wi
we dismantled human garbage
way they screamed. God, No. Because It was al
before the strike. The godlike control. The way each takedown feels like a small corre
anly, like surgeons... It made me feel l
omewhere deep inside, it feels like I'm undoing that night –
manent inside me... It was like a f
nered," K
rf
o the lower level, the scum we were after came into view, backpedal
stopped the mo
he began. But I shot him in the leg before
. Black tactical shirt tight against his frame, rifle in hand, and a smile barely touching his
wly as he pathetically t
tly. "No deals. You tra
n't kn
nough to knock teeth out and shatter his jaw. The satisfyi
n he stopped
. "Hard drives. Any backup se
replied, hoppin
e body. The man
o
se, and sent it to one of our anonymous drop box
t need people lik
the
d people
I enjo
ucking ter
d. "You sure
ea
at the body. "He was p
should've rais