Page 114 of Vicious Little Games

“Then I won't give him the chance to do anything stupid.”

“Speaking of stupid things, your VIP guest should be arriving any minute now. Her plane just landed. I didn’t want to put that in a text message, but that’s why I told you to come to the front desk.”

“Okay. Well, that’s good. I’m ready to get this over with,” I tell him.

“Are you sure? I could do it for you.”

“No, I need to be the one who handles her. You can watch, of course.”

“Oh, I’m definitely watching. How do you plan to start?” he asks.

“I’m not sure yet. Do you have any suggestions? What hurts the most?”

“If I had to choose, either knives or fire.”

“Great. Let’s do both,” I say while watching the front door. Eli doesn’t leave my side, more excited about this than I am.

I instantly recognize the middle-aged brunette when she walks through the doors like she owns the place.

“That’s her. That’s the cunt extorting Cole,” I tell Eli.

He gives some sort of finger pointing circular motion to the guards at the door and they immediately pounce on her.

After half an hour of tormenting the indignant, whiny bitch, I’m tired of looking at her fucking face. Tired of remembering that Cole has seen her naked and been inside of her. Thank fuck he wore a rubber in those videos because she’s probably a nasty bitch.

Gagging her was the first thing I did, having learned my lesson from conversating with Gavin. There’s not a damn thing I want to hear from her mouth.

Holding the lighter to her hair and letting it burn wasn’t nearly as satisfying as carving the c-u-n-t into her stomach with a knife. Even if no one will ever see the label since she’s not long for this world, it still felt really fucking good to label her for exactly what she was.

“Lower her down,” I instruct Eli who has happily stood by and watched. Then to her, after he complies with my order, I say, “I think I remember in one video that you liked Cole’s hands around your throat. I doubt you’ll like mine as much.”

My fingers grab on to her neck and squeeze. Watching the cougar’s face change into such a variety of colors feels almost like creating art.

“She’s dead, Cass,” Eli informs me several minutes later when he comes closer to exam her.

Wow. He’s right. There’s not a twitch left in her, so I let her go and step away from her corpse.

“Can I…take over?” the crazy bastard asks.

Ew. I know exactly what he wants to do. And while it’s disturbing as hell, I also think it’s highly appropriate for the skanky whore.

“Knock yourself out.”

“Fuck, yeah!”

“I’ll, um, go check on the floor, and then come back to help you get rid of her. Just text me when you’re done.”

“I can handle the body dump if you’ll help me load her up. It’s the least I can do for this fun-filled afternoon,” he assures me.

“You’re a sick fuck, Eli,” I tell him with a shake of my head as I walk to the elevator. “And it’s kind of awesome.”

His cackling laughter follows me all the way up to the lobby.

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Cole

Ican’t find Cass. Or Eli. And neither have answered my messages for hours which is weird as fuck since it’s still Cass’s shift. She should have her phone in her hand in case of an emergency.

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