Page 27 of Deviant

Yeah.

I might be a bad man, but even I have my principles—the biggest one being not to fuck with my family. And by family, I mean my mother and sister. Aidan and our asshole of a father don’t make the cut.

Annoyed with the thoughts running through my head, I hop on my bike and drive into town.

This angry, there is only one person I want to see.

And that’s sweet little Rowen.

At this hour, she’ll be close to getting off her shift waiting tables at Rosie’s diner.

There aren’t many jobs available at Blackwater Falls, but Rowen had no difficulty nabbing one after she graduated, even if only a waitressing job.

But then again, being the sheriff’s daughter in this town has its perks. I’m sure everyone was eager to offer her a job, knowing that Hank’s protection would come with it.

However, I must admit that even I was surprised she took such a menial job, considering she could have had her pick of the litter and opted for one with better prospects. If she wanted, she could have interned as a clerk for the mayor’s office since Mayor Davenport loves surrounding himself with pretty girls.

And though hatred blinds me when I look at her, I can still see the appeal, even if it is only a facade.

With long chestnut hair cascading gracefully down her back, Rowen embodies a sense of effortless elegance, one that she’s unaware of. Her light-hazel eyes, flecked with golden specks, can’t help but twinkle with warmth and mischief, drawing people in with their enchanting depth. And the gentle smile that usually graces her lips radiates a charm purposely meant to captivate everyone around her.

But no matter her exterior beauty, on the inside, Rowen Hawthorne is as ugly as they come.

Cruel.

Deceitful.

Heartless.

Maybe Aidan is right in not getting too attached.

After all, Nora loved her, and look what that got her in the end.

Thankfully, I’ve never been blinded by a pretty face.

To Rowen’s misfortune.

Hmm.

Something tells me she’ll look even more exceptional with a noose tied around her little neck.

That’s the only vision I want to see.

My heart rate picks up at the fantasy.

Rowen’s eyes closed as she lies dead in a coffin, buried six feet deep in the soiled earth, just like my beautiful sister is.

Yes.

There cannot be a prettier sight than that.

But if the past six months have been any indicator, little Miss Perfect won’t give me what I want on a silver platter.

It’s been more than proven that, no matter how many visits she makes to Grove Bridge, she’s too much of a coward to fling herself off it.

And I’m getting antsy.

One thing is certain, though—regardless of the method she’ll use to end her life, I want Rowen to experience pain first. And I want to be there to inflict it. I want her to look up at me, with those doe eyes of hers, and watch as life starts slowly draining away from them. I’ve never considered myself a sadist, but the idea of causing Rowen pain and suffering makes my cock hard.

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