Page 1 of Wicked Little Nightmare

One: Cam

My bed was empty when I woke this morning, as I expected it would be. Dani must have found her way home. Or Lakey had already killed her. Groaning, I rolled over and checked my phone, sixteen missed calls and seven texts.

Fuck that.

Stretching, I forced my feet to the floor. Shower time. My mind replayed last night. Dani was a good fuck. I mean, really good. Girl was small and let me throw her around. Hardly freaked out when I busted out the cuffs. Cute considering she knew nothing about me. She paled in comparison to my girl, but for a normie, she was better than most Lakey made me fuck.

I could have been a serial killer for all Dani knew and she willingly gave me that pussy. Perks of being sexy, charming and a good lay. Turning the water to just short of scalding, I relaxed against the counter as the bathroom fogged.

When we laid out the terms of our agreement, we made a rule: never mess with the same woman twice. It kept things simple. Fuck, chuck, kill. Lakey was adamant that the only way for her to stay under control was by sliding her knife under someone’s skin and watching them die. So, my girl allowed me to fuck and in exchange she got to dump them over the cliff when I was done. It was kind of a monthly occurrence, though lately I’d been stretching it between events. This shit was getting boring. I’d once asked why we didn’t just pick up some addicts from the corner and she looked at me like I had three heads.

Apparently, she had some sick sense of justice because she only wanted to kill people that she had deemed as dirty. Fucking a taken man was considered dirty enough in her eyes, and it was good enough for me. The truth was, I didn’t want to fuck anyone except my girl, but if I didn’t keep Lakey under control she could be…

How do I say it?

Unpredictable.

Sighing, I lathered and washed, my cock hard at the thought of shoving Lakes against a wall and taking her until I’d fucked the violence out of my system. Contemplating taking care of the problem, I opted to ignore it instead.

Lakey would be furious if she knew I was thinking of calling off this whole arrangement. She was a little firecracker. Wild and untamed. The best sex I’d ever had and ever will. The thought turned me on even more and my balls twitched. My good little girl. Lakey was…

How do I describe the only person on earth I gave a shit about?

Perfect.That’s the word.

Standing at 5’5”, 110lbs soaking wet, she looked the perfect little doll, but inside she was the devil incarnate. We’d been through shit together. More shit than anyone should have to withstand in one lifetime and because of that, my beautiful littlepsycho got a free pass for almost anything she wanted to do. Hence my current predicament. Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and dried myself off, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

Practicing my smile, I chuckled. Yeah, on the outside I looked like every girl’s wet dream, but my insides were twisted, infected with a kind of rot that doesn’t just go away with buzzwords like ‘therapy’ and ‘meds’. Grabbing my phone off the side table, I messaged Lakes to ask where the fuck she was.

My phone buzzed just as I pressed send.

Breakfast time, asshole. You’re late.

Running my hand through my hair, I looked at the time. I was, indeed, late. Lakes was a lot of things, but one thing she was not was late. She hated when I ran late.

Shit, sorry babe… Be there in a minute.I messaged back as fast as my fat fingers could.

Throwing the phone down and grabbing a pair of grey sweatpants, I rushed through getting ready. Effortlessly sexy, as Lakes calls it. She’s not wrong.

Another buzz.It’s fine, I’m just gonna head to the boutique across the way and grab a new necklace. Text when you’re there.

I grinned. She only ever bought herself something when she’d done something naughty. And she’d make it a fun game trying to figure out what it was this time.

Grabbing my bike keys off the key rack, I locked the front door and headed to the elevator, pressing P to get to my spot. As expected, Lakey’s bike was missing, but mine was waiting. The second love of my life. Sitting down and starting the engine, I smiled, seeing a red kiss on the mirror.

Oh, she’d been a bad girl and was looking for punishment. The parking door couldn’t open fast enough before I was rippingto our spot. Grabbing a space along the curb, I didn’t bother paying. Those fat fucking parking maids can suck my dick.

Here, babe. I messaged her before going to our table, far end at the back, where we both had a view of the street from both directions. I took the time to check my GPS, and a small smile crept over my lips. She had been a very naughty girl last night.

The bell jingled and I looked up. My breath caught as she walked into the cafe, her long legs skipping in time to the static beat coming through the speakers. Fuck she was a vision.

She squealed and gave me a hug before settling in beside me and flipping through the menu.

“Hey, babe, how was last night?” She sounded nonchalant to any eavesdropper, but I knew that tone.

“Great, you?” I smirked, sipping my coffee.

“Oh, you know, same ol’ same ol’,” she hummed, those haunted eyes of hers boring into mine. “Mine was a bit more”– she leaned in dramatically– “exciting.”

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