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I hate that for her. I hate that I couldn't save her, but I will avenge her.

When Sam heads into the kitchen to grab a new pack of cigarettes, I spike his beer with the lorazepam I had brought with me. I know how much it should take with a man his size, but I double it anyway.

If this fucker wakes up halfway back to Houston and pukes in my car, I'm killing him right on the spot.

I don't have the patience to deal with paying to get my car detailed.

I guess my secretary could schedule it for me…

Why am I thinking about this right now?

Fuck, my head has been all over the place lately.

I'm telling myself it's because things have been hectic and I've been waiting to meet Sam, but I know it's that young hippie girl from the cafe.

I know it's because I'm wondering who she is, what she's doing, and where she's at.

Does she have a boyfriend?

She better not have a boyfriend, I'll fucking kill that guy.

Is she a student?

I wonder what she is majoring in. She looks like she'd major in art history or something like that. She looked like the kind of girl who likes art.

Maybe I should start to learn more about art.

Fuck, no. Focus.

It takes far too long for this asshole to finally pass out, pissing me off even more. I'm going to have to throw this outfit away. I'm sure the stench of this place is going to seep into my clothes.

Fuck, it's going to make my car stink too.

God dammit. I hate this guy even more now.

I drag Sam outside, thankful that he lives at the end of the trailer park and that the several others around him are all vacant.

I don't have the luxury of being stealthy when I'm hauling around this stinking pile of lard.

I hogtie him, hoping if he wakes up, he's humiliated, and I duct tape his mouth.

I make sure it's a little too tight, digging into his skin as I wrap layers upon layers of thick gray tape around his entire head. I basically mummify this fuckers entire head, only leaving his nose open so he can breathe and only because I don't want him dying in my car.

Now, let's go home, Mr. Sam Fredrick.

Chapter 5

Leon Aldon

I pull into my driveway hours after sunset, hearing only the crickets in the grass and a few dogs in the distance.

It's peaceful out here; it gives me everything I need to be who I am.

I own a home on the outskirts of town, owning several acres to myself, just to avoid having neighbors one day down the line.

I deal with too many people during the day to be okay with living almost on top of someone else.

When I open my trunk, I see that my guest of honor is still out cold.

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