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The text said freestyle, which means I get to kill him however the fuck I want. If I make too much of a mess I’ll call in a cleanup crew. Looking around at his blood soaked office, I’d say a cleanup crew will definitely be necessary. He’s stuck to the floor, two twelve inch rods impaling each thigh and effectively nailing him to the ground. It only took two swings from my sledgehammer on both to get him nice and locked down to the ground.

This is the side of me that few have seen. Many speculate, but only a handful have ever witnessed it, and those that have usually aren’t around to tell the tale. It’s a side I’m desperate to hide from my Siren. I’m not sure she’d ever look at me the same. If she couldn’t look at me, couldn’t love me? Fuck bloodshed. I’d kill every motherfucker on this earth including her before ending myself. Without her, I’m fucking nothing. I’m barely even anything with her. So, I have to keep this part of me hidden, private, tucked away for the right moment.

I don’t want to say that I enjoy taking lives, that would make me a psychopath. On second thought, maybe I am one actually because I really do enjoy it. Only to those that deserve it. Only to those that the world is better off without.

This piece of shit? The one who hits his wife, ignores his children and steals from one of the most well-known and feared secret societies in the country. Yeah, no one is going to lose a wink of sleep over him.

Tired of dragging this out, I settle for a simple beheading. Reaching for the hatchet I always bring with me in my bag of goodies, I lift it up. He squirms beneath me, fear in his eyes as I allow gravity to do a majority of the work, slicing straight through his fatty flesh before the loose head flops to the side.

Standing up, I reach for the expensive handkerchief in his pocket. I wipe away the blood splattered across my face before tossing the cloth back onto his now decapitated body. Stripping off my gloves, I pull out my phone and shoot off a quick text requesting a cleanup crew with very vague details.

Once I get the confirmation, I’m free to leave. I strip off all of my clothes and shoes, leaving them beside the body for disposal before changing into the new shirt, pants and shoes that I brought with me.

A quick run of a comb through my tousled black hair and I’m good to go. I’m on my way home for the night when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I smash the elevator button, stepping inside as it takes me down to the parking garage.

Siren: Up for a late night swim?

My heart clenches just from her name on my screen, let alone her wanting to see me.

Me: I’ll be there in ten.

I know damn well it’s at least a twenty minute drive back to Gallows Hill, but see if that stops me from getting to my girl. When I step out of the elevator I make my way over to my bike, tossing my leg over the blacked out beast before firing it up. Slipping on the helmet, I kick it into gear and take off, zipping in and out of traffic as I leave the city and head back to Salem.

We’ve still been taking shifts watching over Skyla, her stalker is still very much out there. Just because he hasn’t made a move since the day with the pictures, means nothing to me. The others slowly seem to be letting their guards down again, but I won’t make that mistake twice. It’s infuriating that Asher wasn’t able to pull any fingerprints from the letter. He used Hutchinson to run it which I think was his first mistake. If you want something done right, you do it yourself.

Fingerprints are such a long shot a majority of the time. Someone like this is careful, calculated and smart as hell. They’dknow better when writing and delivering these letters. They’d wear fresh gloves and come and go at times and places when there is no surveillance. I’ve installed some cameras in the hallway outside Skyla’s door but besides that, I have no idea what to do except wait for the piece of shit to fuck up. And when he does, I’ll skin him alive like the worthless worm deserves.

I get there in nine minutes, which even I’m impressed by. Parking right outside the pool building, I toss my helmet onto the handlebar and head inside, intent on getting to my Siren as fast as possible.

When I get there she’s already doing laps, though she’s clearly going at a leisurely pace. Her body glides through the water like it was born to do so, and when she flips around to go the other way I notice she’s not wearing a normal swimsuit. No, she’s wearing a red and white polka dot bikini that her tits are practically spilling out of.

Jesus.

As she makes her way back towards my side of the pool I move to the edge, crouching down and waiting for her. When she reaches the edge and goes to turn around, I stop her, gripping her throat and lifting her several feet out of the water.

She gasps at the action before I crush my lips against hers, desperate to taste her. I’ve been fucking itching to touch her again and I only said goodbye to her not four hours ago. I’m so fucking in love with this girl, and I don’t give a damn. She makes this shitty life worth living, makes my formerly worthless heart beat for the first time in years, just for her.

When I pull away I release her, allowing her to sink back into the water. She smiles up at me softly, removing her goggles as she brushes her hair back.

“No cap and inappropriate swim attire,” I tsk. “Coach is going to be furious with you if he finds out.”

“So, let’s not tell him,” she smirks at me.

I cross my arms over my chest, looking down at her seriously.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing out here, all alone at night, Siren? Especially looking like that.”

She shrugs, floating on her back as she speaks.

“Ronan is here, in his office.”

Irritation passes through me for only a moment. I’ve gotten more used to the sharing thing, and sometimes it’s hot as hell, but my mind hasn't changed. One day, eventually, a choice will come whether she wants it to or not. When it does, I’ll be the one holding her in my arms or I’ll fucking gut the others until I am.

“Why isn’t he here with you then?” I ask, allowing my voice to carry towards his office.

“I wanted some time just you and me…is that okay?”

I scoff as I grab the back of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head before I kick off my shoes and undo my pants.

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