Page 115 of Mayhem and Minnie

“That man was beating his wife. She was full of blood and begging for her life, but no one dared to intervene. People watched, but they ignored it. But you didn’t,” Minnie continues.

My body tenses. That’s too specific. Almost as if…

“How do you know that?” I demand sharply.

She smiles.

“I was there. I saw everything. The way you charged at him, the way you stabbed him over and over, staining the snow with red…” She closes her eyes as she releases a sigh of satisfaction. “Truly a work of art.”

It’s as if I’m staring in the face of a stranger. But I find that I don’t care about the fact that Minnie knows the truth about me, or that she’s lied about her past. The most deranged thing is that regardless of who she is, my heart has never beat faster in my chest.

My dick has never been harder either.

“Who are you?” I rasp out.

She smiles.

“A fan.”

I narrow my eyes at her.

Ambiguous answer, but a spear of excitement goes through me.

I need to know more.

“Is your name really Minnie An’yan?” I ask skeptically.

“Well…” She wets her lips. “Minnie is short for Minerva. And my last name is, indeed, An’yan. I didn’t lie about that.”

Minerva. I regard her intently. Minnie suits her better.

Minerva is much too prim and proper. Minnie is…cute, playful, unexpected. Just like her.

Yet when her expression becomes serious and she challenges me…

Maybe I can see some traces of Minerva in her.

And that duality is fucking hot.

“Then why is there no record of you anywhere on the internet?” I ask.

“Hmm, I wonder,” she murmurs as she shrugs. “You know all this, yet you still allowed me to live in your house?”

“Minnie…”

“But you have nothing to be afraid of, do you?” She continues, “Because you can kill me anytime you want. And because there’s no record of me, then no one will ever look for me, either. Easy kill, isn’t it?”

“You’re not wrong,” I say with a chuckle. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not curious about who you are.”

“You will know who I am. In due time,” she says cryptically.

“And until then, I should just allow you to stay here with me, no?”

She gives me a proud nod.

“Why?”

“Because I belong to you,” she states seamlessly as she flutters her lashes at me.

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