Page 4 of Spiteful Heart

I didn’t need to tell Maddox to fuck me; he knew. Maddox was an animal when he fucked, all grunts and hard thrusts. He didn’t care if it was uncomfortable for me, if I didn’t enjoy it like he did. Maybe that’s why he had the nickname Mad Maddox; maybe it wasn’t because he could snap on a dime and kill someone. Maybe it was because he was a fucking monster when his cock was in the picture.

His hands dug into my hips, the entire car rocking with the hard fucking he gave me. Low, gruff grunts came from him, music to my ears. He played my body like he’d played it so many times before, but a performance like that… let’s just say it never got old.

Through the grunts, I heard footsteps coming nearer, and I turned my head to see one of the bouncers from the club walking to his car. When he saw us, he stopped, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t ask us what we were doing; it was more than obvious to anyone with eyes or ears. Though he probably couldn’t see much due to the lack of light, he saw enough.

Maddox’s pace slowed, and I knew exactly why that was—he didn’t want that guy to see or hear us. If anyone had the most trouble coming to terms with sharing me, I’d say it was him. He’d held out that he’d hated me for so long, longer than Sylvester and Viper. And right now, he probably wanted to go beat the shit out of that guy.

Knowing what was on his mind, I said, “Don’t stop. Keep going. I need more, Maddox. If you can’t give it to me, maybe I should go ask him—”

Maddox’s cock jerked inside me, his entire body heaving against mine, pinning my entire front to the car. AKA, he reacted exactly how I knew he would.

“Like fucking hell would I ever let that happen,” he growled out, practically seething, but his fucking resumed, though harder than it had been before. Rougher. More animalistic, as if he was purposefully claiming me like this in front of the bouncer.

The bouncer, I noticed, resumed his pace to his car, but once he was inside, he didn’t drive away. He wanted to watch the show.

So we gave him one.

Maddox did so aggressively, but it was still a show. And fuck, did it feel good. Almost enough to make me forget why we were out here to begin with. His cock really could work wonders. A magic stick through and through.

Maddox’s thrusting became swifter pumps of his cock the second he started to unravel. I grinned at nothing in particular, knowing he was about to erupt within me and spray me with his cum. There really was nothing like soaked panties to remind you of the dirty deeds you’d been a part of.

He let out a low “Fuck” when he came, pushing his thick member as deep into me as he could, filling me up with his cum. I took it, still wearing that silly smile, welcoming each and every drop inside me.

As if knowing we were done fucking, the bouncer started up his car and drove off after peeling the tires. Maddox yanked himself out of me and stuffed his cock away, watching him go with a scowl on his face as I righted myself and fixed my dress and panties.

“He’s lucky he got out of here,” Maddox growled out. “Otherwise I might’ve put a bullet in him.” He never joked about killing people; he was always one hundred percent serious—something I loved about him.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s go. I’ve had enough of this for one night.” And I didn’t mean the fucking or the exhibitionism. No, I meant hunting for this damned serial killer. Without another word, I headed to the passenger seat and got in.

Maddox was in the car shortly after, starting her up and getting us the fuck out of there. As he drove, I stared out of the window, leaning my face against my hand. My mask felt heavy hanging around my neck. It was as if the weight of the world resided in its steel.

“You know,” Maddox started, tossing me a look, “I understand why you want to find this guy, but… even if he’s doing it for you, it’s not your responsibility to catch him. As long as we stay vigilant, we’ll get him sooner or later. I still don’t see the use in going out every night trying to find him.”

Maddox still didn’t think it was for me, even after he’d seen Tina’s lip-less, cheek-less head and listened to the tape I’d been sent. I think he was trying to be ignorant on purpose. Ignorance was bliss and all that. At least Viper and Sylvester were on the same page as me when it came to this fucker.

“All those girls that died by his hand died because of me,” I said.

“Who’s to say the asshole wouldn’t have still killed girls? We don’t know if that girl at the morgue was the first one. He could’ve been killing for years and covering it up.” Maddox paused. “Maybe he just saw you stroll into town, do what you do, and… you know, decide to take shit up with you. Still doesn’t mean you’re responsible.”

“He’s taunting me.”

“I know, and we’ll get him, but I don’t think we need to go out constantly to do it.”

I knew what Maddox was trying to say. I was no hero. None of us were. If anything, we were the villains, the bad guys, the ones who made movies and TV shows interesting… and if there’s one thing I’d learned in my life, it’s that the bad guys never survived long. Even the ones that tried to make amends and fix themselves always ended up sacrificing themselves for the heroes.

It was true: I didn’t want to die. I didn’t have a death wish anymore, but… this serial killer, if I had to die to take him down, I would. I might not be a hero, my hands might be bloodier than your average American’s, but I wouldn’t let myself sit back and watch as he continued to kill and mutilate and rape more girls in my city. Whether Maddox understood it or not, I didn’t care.

I wouldn’t stop until we found this sick son of a bitch and I gutted him.

“If you don’t want to help anymore, don’t,” I told him. “You might be used to sitting around and doing nothing, but I’m a doer, and I’m not going to act like he’s not out there, plotting his next kill, because he is. I know he is. And when he surfaces again, I’m going to catch him and I’m going to kill him—with or without your help.” The more I spoke, the firmer my voice became.

Maddox sighed, muttering under his breath, “Of course I’m fucking helping. You’re my girl, and I ain’t gonna let you go off and do your thing by yourself.” Again, he sighed. “I just wish we could be done with this whole thing already.”

I wished that, too. How badly I wished that.

When we arrived at my place, Maddox offered to sleep over, but I told him I’d be fine. If he wanted to, he could come over once the sun was up, but for now, he could go home. Viper and Big Mike were home already, so they’d be all the company I needed.

Big Mike had hit the sack, but Viper was awake and waiting for me in my bedroom. He had the small lamp on beside the bed, reading a book. Yes, an actual book to pass the time. What a weirdo. But he was my weirdo.

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