Page 10 of Stalking Christmas

How about I take a blade to your eye socket if you try? Stop fucking messaging me, psycho.

After a while, I head back to Nic’s table, and find one of the blonde strippers sitting across from him in an absurd snowman costume.Who the fuck picks this shit?Her tits look like two snowballs about to explode from the fabric, a sparkly carrot is imprinted on her crotch, and she has a mini black top hat strapped to her hair. I observe as she unabashedly flirts with him, and I release a relieved breath, realizing that it isn’t Daisy. “Hey, doll, can you get me a shot of tequila on his tab?” Terrismirks and winks in my direction. I’m sure she thinks she’s found her meal ticket for the night, but the look of boredom on Nic’s face indicates her assumption is wrong. I don’t want to look too closely at why that makes me unreasonably happy. I wait for a nod, and his motion to bring two of them, before heading to grab them. When I return, he gives me another fifty dollar bill and takes the shot with Terri, who’s now made her way to perch on his knee.

Well, shit, I guess I was wrong. He doesn’t seem to be minding her attention after all. “Hey, Chrissy, table four needs another round,” Sasha calls, as she stops next to me and admires the sight before her with a sigh. “Word of advice, girlie. Stay far away from the ones that are destined to hurt you.” She juts out her chin in Nic’s direction before moving away. I take her words to heart and go about my business, serving the rest of my customers, and ignoring what’s happening at Nic’s table. Obviously, he has a thing for blondes, and right now, I’m kind of glad I’m not one.

I’m taking a quick break at the side of the bar, trying to stretch my tired legs and get blood flowing into my aching toes. I do a quick search of my area, releasing a groan at how busy it still is. Nic’s table is now vacant, the empty glasses left abandoned, and no sight of Terri either. I wonder if she took him to the back area for a private lap dance, or something else. Disappointment and misery war within me, and irritate me because I should know better than to think any guy would choose me over someone sexier, and willing to give it up. Has my nightmarish past not taught me anything? I am never any man’s first choice.

A thought pops into my head and has me instantly stilling. How come Nic didn’t seem surprised to see me working here? Nothing from his demeanor, or the way he interacted with me, gave me reason to believe that he was surprised to see the waitress from the diner also at a strip club ten blocks away.“Hey, Chrissy, the guy from table two said to give this to you before he took off.” Sasha hands me two hundred dollars and gives me a radiant smile. “Guess he was a big spender. Congrats, girlie.”

I pocket the money, even more confused, and put the mystery of why Nic wasn’t surprised to see me here on the back burner. All the money I’ve already earned tonight guarantees I have at least my portion of the rent now. Anything I make from this point forward will go towards groceries, so at least Daisy, Toothless, and I will have food for the holidays. “Hey, Sasha, did he leave with Terri?” I hate the vulnerable tone in my voice, as I bite the inside of my cheek and avoid her eye contact.

“Naw, she’s next up on the stage, he left alone.”He left alone.That shouldn’t please me the way it does, but I can’t help it. He wasn’t interested in Terri, and he left me a huge tip. Who is this guy?

Chapter 13

Santa

Breathe. We can’t be killing anyone here tonight; too many people witnessed us inside the strip club, including Chrissy. I try to talk myself down from my murderous rage, after watching men stare atmylittle temptationwith lust all night. The fucker who tried to force her into his lap is lucky I didn’t decapitate him, right there in the middle of the packed club. My restraint held on by the thinnest thread, as I watched her deal with him and continue to force the smile she was wearing all night.Oh, my pretty girl, how I long to take you and make you only mine.

The only thing that brought me even the slightest hint of pleasure, other than watching her sexy ass sway and her perky tits bounce, was the evidence of her jealousy that she tried so hard to hide, when I complimented her roommate’s performance, and when that bleach-blonde bimbo was sitting on my leg.Which reminds me, I need to burn these pants now.I honestly thought she might bash her face in, with the tray she was holding so tightly. It seems my girl has a bit of the green monster inside of her. She doesn’t need to worry, though; I only have eyes for her now.

I stroll over to the dark green pickup in the lot, my head lowered into the collar of my jacket, and my knit cap pulled low to disguise my features. I check over my shoulder to make sure no one is watching me as I approach the vehicle. I watched, as that douche that wrapped his arm around Chrissy came over, and grabbed his phone from inside of it a while ago. If I can’t risk murdering him for daring to touch what’s mine, the next best thing is to destroy something he values. I slide the sharp blade out of the sleeve of my jacket and puncture the first tire, then methodically move on to the rest. Once I’m satisfied this asshole won’t be going anywhere tonight, I pull out my tools and break into the passenger side of his vehicle, ensuring that I’m staying in the shadows provided by the thick trees that surround the parking lot. I reach into the glove compartment and pull out his registration, taking a picture of his name and address.

Simon Blakely, you’ve been a realbad boy,and are on Santa’s naughty list. Forget the lump of coal. You’ll be lucky if you’re still breathing for the new year. I put everything back and make my way to my vehicle, this time a black pickup truck with fake plates.

As I sit there, defrosting myself with the heat blaring, I go over today’s activities. I watched from my home through the hidden cameras, while stroking my hard cock, as my sweet Chrissyfound the little present I had left her. She didn’t react exactly how I thought she would. I’d expected the police to be all over her door, but my girl surprised me by throwing the severed hands into a garbage bag, and instead spent the next hour digging a hole in the frozen ground with a kiddy beach shovel.

Now, why would she do that? Why wouldn’t she have reported it to law enforcement?Only one possible reason comes to mind, and I decide to pull up her roommate’s information on my phone, and start a preliminary search on her, checking her background, and whether she has any priors.Here we go:Daisy Santos has a warrant out for her arrest for forgery. So my girl was protecting her friend.Silly girl, doesn’t she know that no one else matters but herself?

A smirk catches my lips as I reread her response to my last text message. She’d like to put a blade through my eye socket; a shiver races through me at the possibility of that type of foreplay. I should give her an actual blade once I take her, and see what she can accomplish with it. I bet she’s going to put up a good fight. Lust fills me at the thought of her filled with rage, spitting mad, and covered in blood, as I pound into her ass while I force her to submit to me. My cock stirs in my pants, and I squeeze it, wishing I could pull it out and jerk myself off here.

Just as I’m considering giving in to my needs, my phone pings with the confirmation of my delivery to Chrissy’s door. When I was there, I noticed that she barely had any food in the house, just some random cans of beans and carrots, and spoiled milk in the fridge. I know she’s tight on money, so I made sure to tip her heavily tonight, and even threw a couple of hundred bills at her roommate. I can’t wait to watch her reaction when she pulls up to her house tonight, and sees the various containers filled with groceries that I had sent. Just to make sure nothing gets stolen off her porch in her shitty neighborhood, I paid the delivery guy extra to sit in his car, and babysit the groceries all night. Will sherefuse to take them because of her pride, or will the reality of her situation force her hand? My money’s on her being spiteful, but caving when hunger sets in.

The things I do for this chick are entirely out of character for me. I reason with myself that it’s no fun if she’s too weak from hunger to fight back when I finally take her, and I will take her. I’ve already decided that Chrissy won’t be heading home tomorrow after her shift from the club. Instead, she’s going to be going away with me for the holidays. Whether she’ll be alive at the end of them, is highly unlikely.

My phone buzzes again in my hand, and I release a huge, aggravated sigh. I swear to God, if this fucker has gotten himself in more shit, I’m going to ensure that I’m an only child. “What?” I growl.

“Hello to you too, brother. I was just thinking that I might go back to that diner tomorrow for breakfast. The food was pretty decent, and the staff was great to look at,” he laughs, and I hear the sound of quiet murmuring in the background. My eyes check the time on my dashboard: quarter to midnight. He’s probably at one of my dad’s stupid clubs, helping him wheel and deal donors to the cause of the great Governor of Massachusetts, destined to fuck all your daughters, granddaughters, and maybe your wives too.

“I’ll break every bone in your body, Micah, and then I’ll cut off your cock, and make you choke on the tiny thing,” I sneer, as my hands tighten furiously on the steering wheel, imagining it’s my little brother’s neck instead.

“So you’re calling dibs then?” Micah chortles through the phone, and I immediately want to slam my fist into his stupid face. “We’re not ten, Micah; you don’t call dibs on a human being. What the fuck is the matter with you? Don’t you ever grow up?”

“You’re so uptight, Nic. Every once in a while, you should take the massive stick out of your ass. You might even enjoy life a little.” The bloody nerve of this asshole, talking to me like that after I spent the night in the morgue, destroying evidence that could have gotten him ten to twenty in the state pen, not to mention my father booted out of office. “We can’t all live carefree lives like you, Micah. Some of us have to clean up after the mess others leave behind. Was there a point to this call, or did you just want to ruin what was left of my night, with the sound of your whiny voice?”

“Dad wants to see you first thing in the morning. He says there is something you missed, and he needs it taken care of right away,” Micah says, in a bored tone that immediately sends my blood pressure skyrocketing. “I don’t miss shit, Micah.” I gruff as I place my vehicle in drive and head out of the parking lot, with a smirk in the direction of the pickup with the four slashed tires. Hopefully, the fucker learns to keep his hands to himself, even though a part of me hopes he doesn’t learn, so I can come back and gut him.

“Don’t know, but he was furious about whatever it is. Might have called you a few choice words. Anyway, the message has been delivered, and my date is waiting to deep-throat my cock. See ya, asshole.” The call disconnects, and I’m left with the silence of the truck cab, my mind rapidly going over what my father thinks I might have missed, and the temptation to commit patricide first and foremost on my mind.

Maybe I should kidnap Chrissy tonight and take her out of state. I have more than enough money stashed to live a very comfortable life somewhere else, far away from the constant demands of my father. As I jump on the interstate in the direction of my home, a jarring thought has my breath stalling in my chest, and I almost crash into the vehicle in front of me.

I was thinking about a future with Chrissy, far from Boston and my family, and in that future, she would still be alive and with me. Am I considering not murdering her like the rest of my victims? When did my needs change from ending her pretty life to having her be a part of mine?

Chapter 14

Santa

Iwatch with humor, through the camera I placed on the porch across the street, as Chrissy throws a fit on her front porch at three in the morning, when she sees the stacked containers filled with food I’ve left her. The delivery guy peeled out the minute she arrived, before she could question him.Smart fucker.Her roommate, Daisy, jumps around like a little kid, opening presents on Christmas day, as she rifles through the various plastic crates, and shoves an apple comically in her mouth. Daisy starts dragging them inside, despite Chrissy yelling at her not to.Come on, sweet little temptation, take them.I find myselfwilling her to give in to my desire to see her not starve.What the fuck is wrong with me? Where the hell are thoughts like that even coming from?

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