Page 62 of Bake the Town Red

This time around, it’ll be different. I’ll give her everything. My little savage could ask me to get her cocoa beans from the source, and I’d take the first plane to the Ivory Coast. I will. I’ll fucking do it without thinking twice and be back home for dinner.

I’ll fight for her. Work through my issues alongside her. I’ll go crazy with worry and fear that something might happen to her, but I won’t leave her again.

We’ll find a way to fight our bad luck. To love each other.

And she’ll give me all of her. I’m not the man I used to be. A few screws have come loose, I’m aware of that.

What I’ll do to her in the bedroom…

The idea of biting her, of owning her, boils my blood. The thought of burying myself inside her tight pussy and even tighter ass has my cock jerking in my jeans.

Perfect timing, since I’m here. Outside her apartment. Outside the building where I used to live. I lean against the old and scratched glass door, blending in the shadows wearing my dark hoodie and jeans.

There aren’t guarantees that I won’t lose my mind altogether.

I’m fully aware of the man I turn into around her. Unhinged is too subtle of a word for my illness. Reality blurs when I see her face—when I fuckingthinkabout it.

I’m nowhere near the man I am at work. While on virtual conferences with my boss or other people at the company I work in. I’m not that person.

Then again, maybe it won’t be such a bad thing. Dahlia would love it.

She loves me.

I love her.

We’ll navigate through this murky disaster of a life together.

She and I.

I check my phone for the time. Eleven thirty. She should be done doing whatever it is she does with target number seven. She’s never there later than midnight.

A notification flashes on my phone while I wait. It’s from my blog. One that stands out among the dozens I get around this time of year.

Watcher1988. The person who thinks they could catch Dahlia. Who left a message yesterday, sayingRoses are red. Violets are blue. You’ll never catch the October Killer, because I’ll be there before you.

I don’t let them get to me. For the simple reason that they won’t have her. They’ll never have her.

No one will.

The notification doesn’t show the contents of his latest comment. I have to log into my blog to see that.

Watcher1988’s comment appears under the last October Killer blog post, saying:It’s been days. Where’s the big breakthrough? What are we waiting for? Do it already. Or I’ll catch them first.

Reverse psychology. Cheap tricks that would work on kids.

No one’s ever going to know my girl is one of the most proficient serial killers out there.

I won’t give up her identity. Ever.

I owe her. I owe her so much for not being able to save her.

Ian’s outrage was justified.

Except he wasn’t the only one losing his sanity back then.

For years, I’d convinced myself that Ian and my grandma’s tragic deaths were the trigger to my violence.

To why I kill some of the serial killers I catch instead of handing them to the police.

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