Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
“I’m not going to let you win this, Foley,” she says. “But I think you already knew that. As for your little killer, good luck trying to contain vengeance. It’s going to be bittersweet. TTYL.”
She presses another obsessive kiss to my cheeks with the same kind of lipstick that’s left on all of the bodies and then bolts off through the door, like she fulfilled her goal.
But a wicked smile still forms on my face because I’m pretty sure she just invited me to a chase, and I’ll gladly oblige in catching her.
CHAPTER 33
Atreus
I took my time, gathering my gun and equipment so I could go in for the kill.
There was no rush. With the way she left, she practically invited me to come and seek her out. I don’t need anyone else. I will be the one to bring her in.
I stare up at her window from beneath the Delta Nu house and narrow my eyes from the sound of running water through the small opening.
Enjoying a last shower like it’s a last meal.
She must have someone guarding the front door if she’s so ballsy to act like nothing’s going on, which means I’ll have to take an alternative route inside.
I check out the fire escape and decide to pull down the staircase, then jump to grab hold. Easy enough. I climb the stairs and make my way up each flight until I reach her level, then walk along the edge of the balcony until I get to her slightly open window.
I push it farther open and crawl inside. Her perfume hits me almost instantly, like an aphrodisiac straight to the fucking groin, and I let out a silent moan in a single breath.
This fucking woman has invaded every corner of my mind against my will, so it’s only fair I invade her safe space too.
The shower is still running, so I take the opportunity to look around her room, inspecting all the nooks and crannies, her unkept bed, her desk stacked with unopened books, and the locked drawer. But what really catches my attention is the poster she put up on her wall.
Of me.
I stop and stare at my own face from when I was giving a speech in front of all the cameras, and I touch the paper where a very visible lipstick stain marks my cheek. It’s still wet.
I rub my fingers together as my skin begins to crawl.
She put a picture of me on her goddamn wall like an ornament.
I have myself a motherfucking stalker, and she’s actually proud of it.
My gaze immediately pulls toward the opposite side, where her bed resides.
Has she masturbated to the thought of me?
For some reason, I veer closer to the bed, drawn by the idea of her lying here on these very sheets, and my hand instinctively touches the bedding as if it will give me clues.
As if it will let me feel her lying there, touching herself at the thought of me capturing her.
My cock throbs in my pants, and I lean in to take a whiff of the scent left in her sheets.
Pussy.
Fucking mouthwatering pussy.
She coughs, and I look up again at the door in the corner where steam escapes.
She’s still blissfully unaware of my presence.
Just like I was when she first stalked me in my own goddamn house.
I slowly approach the door, peeking through the small gap to watch her douse the sin off her skin, and I swallow impatiently, as my pants tent with arousal.
I must bring her down when she least expects it.
Before she becomes my end.
Sunny
I’m under the shower, rinsing off the blood of the fight between Foley and me, when I hear something snap in my room. I shut off the faucet and listen.
Something doesn’t feel right…
I grab my phone and text someone, then grab a towel and dry off, wrapping it around my hair so it’s tightly secured before I exit my room.
Click.
The sound of a safety pin makes me stop in my tracks, and I briefly glance sideways at the barrel of the gun pushed into my temple.
“Hands above your head,” Atreus says.
But all I do is smirk as I turn my head closer toward the gun. “Back already?” I quip, returning his own words to him.
We just can’t seem to stay away from each other even though I gave him a clear out. I guess he was too excited to chase me instead. My fully naked body is on display along with a myriad of scars on my skin, and his eyes swiftly dart across my nipples and the entirety of my tatted body as if he’s taking it all in before they shoot back up to my face.
“Do you enjoy sneaking up on naked women?” I ask. “Where are your cop buddies?”
“This is personal.”
My brows rise. “Oh … so you came on your own?”