Page 16 of Depraved Desires

The next day, I awoke to the light bleeding in through the thin curtains. For a place as luxurious as this, you’d think they’d purchase quality curtains for their suites. My head felt ten times lighter than it had yesterday, and I was actually looking forward to what today had in store.

Pulling myself into a sitting position, I turned my head. A frown tugged at the corners of my mouth upon realizing that the bed was empty aside from me.

Where the fuck could he have gone?

I didn’t know Rocky well, but I doubted that he’d just leave me stranded here. Instead of dwelling on it, I climbed out ofthe bed and made my way over to the window overlooking the balcony. Two chairs sat outside, facing the view of the pool. I could only hope to have a house so nice one day that it came with a pool, or even a balcony. I doubted that anything luxurious was in my future though. This was probably the nicest I’d get to it.

My thoughts were cut short when the bedroom door opened and closed, drawing my attention to it. Rocky strode inside wearing yesterday’s clothes, a brown bag between his hands.

He smirked as he took in my appearance, but I didn’t have it in me to give a shit this morning. There were too many other things on my mind. Like getting revenge for starters. That seemed to be at the forefront of my brain lately.

“Hope you’re hungry,” he said, moving over to the small table near where I stood. He placed the bag on the surface and slipped into one of the two chairs.

“That depends…what’s in the bag?”

He reached inside and pulled out two Styrofoam boxes. He placed one in front of the vacant spot where I’d be sitting and then one in front of him. Hesitantly, I moved over to join him, slipping into the empty seat.

My hands clasped onto the edge of the box, and I opened it. Steam erupted from the contents, the smell roaming throughout the room. A pile of biscuits and gravy took up the majority of the box with a small bag of tater tots resting in the righthand corner.

“Here,” he said, holding out a plastic fork.

I accepted it graciously and didn’t hesitate before digging in. The hot gravy melted against my tongue and a moan of approval slipped past my defenses, but I didn’t give a shit. This tasted like heaven.

We both ate in silence and when we were through, Rocky got to work fixing us both a cup of coffee. This was the pick-me-up I so desperately needed. Blowing on the hot beverage, I waiteduntil it was cool enough to sip on. When it finally was, I inhaled my first mouthful.

“I know you probably don’t want to go through this all over again,” he began, capturing my attention. “But in order for me to be able to help you, I’m going to need to know everything they did.”

My chest tightened as memories flooded my head. I didn’t want to relive any of it, but he was right. There was something about Rocky that just made me feel like I could trust him, and I’ve never been able to trust anyone. Maybe it was due to the fact that he saved my life. Whatever the reason, the least I could do was talk to him about it. Especially if he was willing to help me. I knew that getting revenge wouldn’t solve all my problems, but it was a start.

Blowing out a breath of air, I nodded and started from the beginning. When I first met Myles and the threats he’d made. By the time my story had ended, his tan skin had somehow paled.

“You’ve been through a lot, sweetheart.”

“You’re telling me,” I muttered.

He pursed his lips thoughtfully. His gray eyes glazed over as the wheels in his head turned. Rocky looked sexy as fuck when he was lost in thought, and I didn’t even think he knew just how attractive he was, which only made him that much more attractive.

“Okay,” he finally said. “We’ll need to determine their weak spots. We already know what Collin’s is, but the other three are harder to read, but I’ll see what I can find out.”

My face twisted into confusion at that. “And what is Collin’s weak spot?” I asked skeptically. None of them seemed to have any from what I knew of them. They were all so angry and cold.

“He wears his heart on his sleeve for one. He has a fear of abandonment which is why he’s kept Madison around for so long. He’s obsessive, which explains why he flipped shit when hesaw you and Hunter together, and while he might seem like a bad guy, the dude does have a heart. He’s easily influenced by his friends. The one thing that would truly break him, is if he ended up alone and if they turned their backs on him.”

I didn’t say anything as I mulled over what he was suggesting. They seemed like a family. Tearing them apart sounded impossible. Sighing, I took another sip of my coffee. The hot liquid slid down my throat with ease and made me feel a little better for some reason.

“I don’t know how the fuck I’m going to manage that,” I admitted, wracking my brain for possible ideas.

A slow smile stretched across his face. “I do.” He took a long pull of his beverage, an evil glint in his eyes. I raised my eyebrows for confirmation, silently urging him to finish that sentence. “Make him fall for you.”

CHAPTER SIX

Myles

My heart raced as adrenaline pulsed through me. Blood coated my hands and arms due to my most recent activities. It wasn’t as satisfying as usual. Even as the unnamed girl lay lifelessly at my feet. Jagged cuts marred her naked body, the blood coating every ounce of her pale flesh. I’d chosen her specifically because she resembled Aspen the most. Her hair was jet black and a little longer than my little dove’s, but it was the best I could do. Aspen was original, and no one would come close to her. Something I wish I’d known sooner.

Sighing in both exhaustion and defeat, I strode over to the sink and got to work ridding myself of the coppery liquid. The blood stained my skin, making it more difficult to get off than I would have liked. Taking my knife, I wiped it clean too and returned it to its holster.

My head was a mess since what happened. Usually, I took pride in killing. But when Aspen was pushed into that lake, all I felt was unease…it was a foreign feeling to me. People like me didn’t feel remorse or have regrets, and it wasn’t her death thatbothered me the most. It was the fact that she was no longer here. Knowing I’d never see her again rubbed me the wrong way.

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