Page 105 of Bake the Town Red

When his body convulses, it’s when a new idea comes to mind. An irresistible one.

Into his ass goes the handle of the whisk. I shove it inside of him, as deep it’d go. Once I’m sure it’s settled, I release my hold on it.

“This is so freaking cute,” I say as I watch the whisk shaking from Ari’s seizure, reminding me of how it looks when I whisk my frosting. “Too bad you can’t live. You could’ve been such a wonderful, little helper.”

Bzz. Bzz.

Bzz. Bzz.

“Oh. My. God, why won’t you stop?”

The jolts and spasms of Ari’s body subside until there’s none. I don’t touch him, don’t wake him, just toss my mitts to the side and fish out my phone. I have to see who’s the psycho that won’t quit buzzing.

I tear out one glove, hold it under my armpit and unlock the phone. While the CCTV takes its sweet time to load, I kick Ari’s face so his cheek rests on the floor. This is justice. I mean sure, he could’ve lasted a bit longer. I still got him.

“Bye, sucker.” I’m up on my feet, throwing both gloves on the table and smoothing out my crimson red sweater.

A heartbeat later, the stream from the sidewalk outside the shop comes to life.

The small, amused grin on my face transforms into a giant smile. It splits my face in half. It hurts. Such a delicious pain, though. The type only Tyler can offer.

“My sexy stalker.” My bandaged finger strokes the screen.

Tyler paces across the sidewalk, back and forth, back and forth. So hot in his dark gray hoodie, shoulder bag and jeans. Stalking me in my shop.

I stalk him right back. Watching him.

He stops at the door to Sweet DeNights, half his body hidden by the huge pumpkin sticker I put up there. My phone vibrates when he buzzes the intercom again.

The buzzing stops because now Tyler has his hands on his waist. He looks up and into the camera for me to see his face better.

As if I wouldn’t recognize him.

My man. My distraction.

There’s a dead body three feet away from me. A whisk stuck out of said corpse’s asshole. Foam trickling on my tarp.

And I’m too starry-eyed to care about cleaning this mess up. About skinning the body while it’s still warm, because if I wait and it gets cold, it’ll take that much longer.

The man on the screen reminds me what truly matters. The belt at my pussy does the same.

I didn’t think I could love this man any harder than I already had. But he’s here and he’s feral and I do. Fuck, I do. So much so that I can’t stop myself from kissing the screen.

Bzz. Bzz.

The insistent man I want with every fiber of my being rings the intercom for the millionth time in less than ten minutes.

It’s a good thing he does. I needed that wake-up call. Distracted murderers make mistakes. They get fucked.

Wait, is that why he’s here? To put an end to my murdering days?

He’s made it clear by now that he has no intention of turning me in. He hunts other killers on his blog. Some of their faces I see on the news. Some are never to be heard from again. He might be killing them. That’s my conclusion after yesterday. His senses have sharpened over the years. He was too comfortable when he used the knife on me.

But the police aren’t here. Tyler could’ve killed me numerous times and he hasn’t.

So…if he’s not here to catch me, then there’s one remaining option. He wants to stop me. He wants me to become…what? A better person? Wife material?

Someone whose life wasn’t at risk every October?

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