Page 3 of Bleeding Blackheart

Sweat drips down my back from the warm temperature outside and my adrenaline, and my damp hair starts to stick to my neck.

I take a turn around a group of trees, and that’s when I see her.

Wide hazel eyes stare back at me filled with fear. The water covers her waist-down, but I can still get an idea of her body size.

She doesn’t look one-sixty. Maybe one-forty. She’s not rail-thin, but she looks hungry. Like she hasn’t eaten in a few days.

Her hair isn’t long like her father described, but it’s her. She probably cut it before she planned this shitty escape. It clings to her neck and shoulders, and despite it being soaked, it’s still thick and wavy. Her shoulders shake, probably from the chill of the water and my steady gaze. Her body’s covered in scrapes and bruises, and she has a nasty gash on her head.

“Montana?” I call out her name despite knowing who she is, feeling better with verbal confirmation.

She licks her mauve, wet lips and frowns. “Who wants to know?”

Yeah—this woman is my target. I take a quick glance around, looking for her clothes. I’d rather not bring her to her father nude, but the woman is naked.

Very naked.

Her large, round breasts stand at attention, and her dark brown nipples stare back at me. I don’t know much about the twenty-eight-year-old woman in front of me, but I doknow she isn’t shy as she doesn’t try to hide herself or cower away.

She should be confident. She’s beautiful. But she won’t be in a minute. I point my weapon at her, getting ready to do my bidding. “Step out of the water.”

I could shoot her in the stream, but as soon as her body collapses, she’ll float away, and then I’ll have to run after her. Making her get out first is easier.

She takes a step back but doesn’t get anywhere far. “What are you going to do to me?”

I step closer to her, getting ready to fire. “Get out of the water, or I will shoot you right here, Montana.”

Her eyes water, and she comes closer to me, crawling out slowly.

I keep my eyes on her, not wanting to get blindsided. Her ass is round and plump like her breasts, but it’s covered in welts like she’s been spanked.

Did her father spank her?

Standing up straight, she holds up her hands with her chest high. “Whatever he gave you, I’ll double it. I swear. Just help me hide.”

Oh, jeez. A fucking soapbox story.

Most of my kills never get to speak to me, but whenever they do, they have some sob tale of why I shouldn’t kill them.

I point the gun at her head, getting ready to shoot, when her words play back in my mind. Not moving my weapon, I let my eyes roam over her dripping, shivering body. She’s petite but curvy. And she’s got a cute little bush of hair covering her pussy. “It doesn’t look like you’ve got a hundred grand on you, little lady.”

Her mouth hangs open and then she shuts it, gulping. “No—I don’t. But I can get you the money in a few days. I promise.”

If it were anyone else, I would’ve shot them by now. But Mason Barnes is a rich man, and I’m sure his daughter has access to his wealth. And it would be stupid to turn down one hundred thousand dollars.

But she could be full of shit. I lower my weapon, suddenly not wanting to ruin the poor girl’s face. “I was told if I kill you by midnight on Monday, I’ll get paid.”

Her eyes water, and she looks up into my eyes pleadingly. “He won’t pay you.”

Now she’s calling me an idiot. Insinuating that I’d be so gullible that I would accept a job by a scammer. I point my weapon back at her head. “It was nice meeting you, Montana.”

She screams right as I pull the trigger, but my weapon jams.

In the ten years I’ve been doing this, this is the first time my gun has ever jammed.

Montana rushes me like a German Shepherd. “You bastard!” She beats her bruised knuckles against me and knees me in my dick, causing me to keel over. When I do, she drops her elbow into the back of my neck, and I fall to my knees. She runs past me, and I get up quickly, charging after her.

“You little bitch!” I tackle her naked body to the ground, yanking her wrists behind her back while she squirms in my grasp. Her tits shake in my face, and I have to remind myself to stay focused while I yank my belt off and tie her wrists behind her back. I block out her screams while I toss her body over my shoulder, carrying her back to my truck.

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