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In that moment, I promise myself that I’ll make something good come of my new, unwanted fame. I make a mental note to talk about it with Chase, a plan already forming. Chase’s cousin Chloe is a hot young designer that Kat adores. I wonder if I could get Chloe to come with me to Kat’s house one day and see some of her designs. Maybe she’d give Kat the push she needs to break out. And with this new money coming her way, and a high profile client in Chase, the sky’s the limit for my designing angel.

I grin as a scheme settles into place. “So you like it then,” Kat beams up at me while I sit on the arm of the couch.

Looking down at her sketch, all the air leaves my lungs in a whoosh. My heart may have actually stopped because I can’t move. I have never been witness to something so enchanting. It is a dream, a vision of lace and sparkles. Even in pencil, the design steals my breath. “It’s everything I ever hoped for, Kat,” I said, emotion garbling my words, tears spilling down my face.

“Oh honey, don’t cry!” she hugs me to her. “This is a happy occasion. No tears.” Her smile is lovely and sincere.

I pick up the sketchbook and hug it to my chest not caring if some of the pencil marking rubs off on my white tank. “Oh my God, I’m getting married!” I sob happily. My three best friends crowd around me in a group hug. I show Bree and Maria the amazing design, and both promptly note little facets they like best. It is moments like these that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’ll spend the rest of my life loving these women. They would always be a constant source of supreme love and support. It’s official…I am the luckiest girl in the world.

“I love you guys, so much!” I whisper as they squeeze the life out of me.

“We love you more.” They each laugh, repeating the words I always say to them, filling my heart to bursting.

X

What a joke. I listen, straining to hear her voice. Only Gillian. She is crying, and my spine tingles, hoping that maybe the rich bastard broke it off with her. Nope. Finally, her voice rings above the others as my love and those three bitches fawn over something about her upcoming wedding. Little do they know there won’t be a wedding. I’ll make sure of it. Motherfucker moved the timetable up on the nuptials. Probably scared of what I’d do between now and then. Just means I have to work faster.

The women, though, are a problem I need to deal with. The four of them are inseparable, and I want Gillian to count on me, and only me, for all of her pleasure. If she needs something, I will be the one who gives it to her. No, each one of them will be dealt with soon enough. I was already working on my plan to pick them off, one by one, like the plucking of flower petals on a ripe daisy. Kathleen and Maria would be more difficult since they now had steady boyfriends, and Maria was dating that pig. A grin slips across my face as I catch my reflection in the mirror.

I turn down the mic on the recording device I installed a couple weeks ago in her apartment. That rich fucker only recently hired her a bodyguard. Good thing I was ten steps ahead of him. Her apartment had been easy enough to break into. The extra key she kept on top of the bookcase was a cinch to copy and put back before anyone was the wiser. I have spent more time in her apartment recently than I care to admit. Weakness is not my thing. The feeling makes my gut twist into knots, but I couldn’t avoid it. Ineededto be near her. Just being around her things, smelling her perfume, and lying in her bed, gave me a blessed moment of peace. The rage that swirls heavy in my veins only cools when I feel her presence envelop me like she used to. She always had that ability. She calms me, allowing me to push back the beast within. Obsessively working out helps with the excess energy, but not enough to quiet the mind. I need her with me. Knowing she is mine, for all time, is the only thing that will make me whole again.

I grab the wires I need and delicately connect them to the slick side of the cylinder. Slowly I twist them carefully to ensure the appropriate contact with the glass and metal. With pride, I examine the newest addition to my plan. Only decision to make now was who would be blown to bits first? I’d love to take out Chase Fucking Davis. Seeing his body parts fly into the air alongside one of his expensive toys, like his Porsche or Aston Martin, would be doubly satisfying. Taking out Jack Porter, the ex-military man, in the process would be the ultimate revenge for stealing my princess.

It is impossible to prevent the smile that slides over my lips, the same way I can’t prevent the memory of sinking my cock into Gillian, over and over again. She never opened her eyes during sex, obviously overcome with emotion when we made love. Back then, my favorite guilty pleasure was watching her face contort as I’d blown my load. We always used condoms, but that would change when I got her back. The first thing I plan to do is lay her out and have my way with her. Fill her full of my cum. Even if it is by force, the bitch would be mine again. There is nothing her friends, her new, good mannered bodyguard, or that rich motherfucker can do to prevent me from claiming what’s mine.

Then a name pops into my subconscious, like a song you finally remember that’s been rattling around in your head ad nauseam. It’s perfect really. The one bastard she always runs to. At first, I thought he might be gay. He hung out with the most beautiful woman in the fucking world and never touched her. Then I found out that he had. He was her first. I knew from the second I met him that he was in love with her. Once his little wifey died, he upgraded to a newer hotter model. Using that little shit daughter of his as a tool to gain my girl’s heart and trust. Well, no more. Time for me to clean up that loose end. I’ll even bet his demise will delay that sham of a wedding, giving me more time to clean house. Gillian will be mine and mine alone.

All of those bitches, bodyguards, and that rich fucker have to go.

First, I’ll start by making that little girl an orphan. It would be merciful of me to take out her disgusting father. A man who lusts after a woman, day in and day out, using her as bait. Sickening. I’ll be doing that little girl a favor. Give her a new life.

Becoming an orphan was the best thing that ever happened to me. Once I’d beaten my drunk father to death and strangled my mother, it was nothing to set the house on fire. Leaving me a scarred, fourteen-year-old boy, who barely made it out of the house alive. At least that’s what the authorities thought. Then I got myself a new name, complete with a set of real parents. Ones that didn’t use me as their personal punching bag.

Yeah, I’ll avenge that little girl and her dead mother. Barely in the grave, before the prick moves on to his next hot piece of ass. And Gillian has the perfect heart-shaped ass. White, creamy, flawless skin. My memories are no longer enough. I need more. But I have to be patient and exact my revenge at the right time. She doesn’t have any other family except for a dad who abandoned her long ago. Getting rid of the rest of her so called “family” would feel so good. Chills of excitement race up and down my spine.

My dick hardens painfully. I slide my palm over the bulge in my jeans and squeeze. A rush of adrenaline mixed with desire slithers like a snake through me. I grit my teeth and pull my hand away, sickened at the lack of willpower. No, I won’t pleasure myself. Not unless I’m with her, or in her home surrounded by her scent. That is the only time I allow myself a moment’s respite and let go of the bitter hate and anger of not having her with me.

Now, it’s time to focus on the matter at hand. I laugh openly into the silent room. The sound echoes off the concrete walls where all the beautiful images stare back at me. Gillian, walking down the street, doing yoga, working out at the gym, eating lunch with Davis. I’ve cut his face out of the picture and put my own in its place. It is going to be so nice to obliterate him. Instead of a bomb, though, I want to torture the pecker like he’s torturing me. Keeping me away from my property, my possession, my woman, all of those violations deserve a great deal more pain rather than a quick ka-boom.

Her best friend. Her first fuck…there is something poetic about taking him out first. Like starting at the beginning. The cold metal cylinder chills my hand as I study its beauty. Smooth, sleek, and packed with a punch. It is almost too easy.

Bye bye, Phillip.

Gillian

“Hey, you...” Phillip pulls me into a hug. “What are you doing here?” His chocolate-brown eyes seem to sparkle as he scans my face for signs of concern. His light hair curls a bit around his ears. He needs a haircut.

“I thought you could use a break. I know I could.” I smile and grip his hand, squeezing it.

“Where to?” He pulls on his blazer, then shuffles the papers he’d been poring over, into a neat stack.

I roll my eyes and sigh. “I’d love to say Del Sol, but I’m under strict orders to stay indoors. Meaning, within the confines of Davis Industries.”

Phillip’s eyebrows knit together, and then he looks over my shoulder and waves at Austin, my bodyguard. As far as bodyguards go, I couldn’t have asked for a better one, not that I want one in general. The fact that Chase believes Ineedone, and has been proven correct on multiple occasions, irks me. Austin stands off to the side scanning the area. He’s a real gentleman—hulking in size and looks like a modern day Rambo. He has a Southern twang and mannerism that I find incredibly endearing. He does his best to stay out of my way, trailing me closely, only hovering when we are outside, getting into a car or going somewhere with Chase. If my guy is around though, Austin makes a point to give us privacy, while keeping his eye on his charge. If Chase didn’t have Jack the linebacker on his tail, I would have put up more of a fight. However, now that the news of our impending nuptials is out and this stalker business has escalated, I feel safer having Austin with me. Of course, I’d never admit that to Chase. Smug, sexy bastard. I wouldn’t want to inflate his ego any larger, not that it would be possible.

“Seriously? You can’t leave the building?” He places a hand at my back and leads me to the elevators and directly in front of Austin. “Austin, I’m taking Gillian to Del Sol for lunch.”

“Sorry, Mr. Parks. Ms. Callahan is to stay within the building unless escorted by Mr. Davis himself.” At least Austin has the good manners to look chagrined. He doesn’t like telling me what to do, and, worse, he doesn’t appreciate chasing after me when I ignore the rules. Still, it is his job, and I want him to keep it for the time being.

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