Page 45 of Sheltered by the Lawman

Feeling for the piano wire tucked in his pocket, he almost felt sorry for her—almost. Yet, this was Cade’s fault. A lawman was never so fucking stupid to bring a criminal whore home, and then start thinking with his dick and not his brain. Tinman got it though. He really did. The bitch was hot and probably had a nice, tight pussy, but if Cade was smart, he would have done the right thing from the beginning.

Tinman didn’t like when his job was made this difficult.

He dropped his gaze over her sweet little body leaning over the rail and licked his lips. He liked a woman with a nice, round ass. What he wouldn’t give to drive his cock deep inside her, even if she’d had every man and his brother in that snatch. He’d bet his eye teeth that she would satisfy him. A woman like that would smell good too. He wished he could sample some of that pussy before he put her out of her misery. Yeah, that sounded real good. His zipper stretched and he bit back a moan. Here lately he’d had more erections than he had in the past five years. Ironic really. The medicine was to help with the pain, not give him hard ons.

As much as he wanted to fuck, he’d deny himself the pleasure. A skilled man knew his boundaries. He couldn’t take the risk that she’d squeal like a pig and give him away. He was going to die, but it’d be on his terms, not at the hand of Cull Cade.

He needed to get this shit over with so he could get back home, take the money that was coming to him, and get on that plane. Excitement made his blood pressure rise. He looked forward to living life for the first time ever.

Reaching in, he took out the wire and rolled the ends around his gloved hands. He loved the adrenaline rush. He’d enjoy this kill immensely. Who’d miss a whore?

Taking the first rung of the stairs again, he planned his attack. She was tiny enough that he’d easily drag her inside, wrap the wire around her pretty neck and be gone before anyone was the wiser. Cade was probably next door whacking off so he’d be busy for a while.

He heard tires on gravel.

Headlights feathered across the wall and he dropped down, holding his breath. What the fuck? A car was coming up the lane.

He crept back into the shadows, his heart pounding hard enough to break a rib.

A second later he heard, “Hey, Monica!” It was a woman’s voice, but Tinman didn’t dare take a peek. “I’m coming up. It’s too early for bed.”

Sliding along the wall, he made himself scarce. The plan was thwarted again, and he was getting sick and tired of this shit. The widow was breathing down his neck.

The Monica broad was one lucky bitch, but it wouldn’t last forever…

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