Page 28 of Deviant

A better man would be troubled by the visceral reaction my body has every time I picture murdering Rowen, but not me.

Words like revenge and retribution happily dance in my head, just thinking about all the ways I could torture her before taking her life.

Oh, how sweet it will be.

Licking her tears off her cheeks as she begs me for mercy.

Watching trickles of her blood hit the ground until it’s a pool I can bathe myself in.

Yes.

How fucking sweet it will be when vengeance is finally mine.

Every molecule in my body is humming in excitement by the time I reach town. I park my bike across the street and glance at my watch, happy to see I got here just in the nick of time.

Not a minute later, my smile broadens when Rowen walks out of the diner, officially done with today’s work.

Hidden away in an alley where she can’t see me, I watch her talking with two patrons. She showcases that sweet smile of hers, laughing at something said by one of the diners.

I want to bash those teeth in.

Her smile makes her look so fucking innocent and sweet it grates on my nerves.

I know she’s not any of those things.

After she says her polite goodbyes and waves them off, her grin immediately slips off her face the minute they turn their back to her.

That’s more like it.

With her arms wrapped around herself to shield from the cool September breeze that sends her hair flying behind her shoulders, she begins to walk across the town square.

My forehead creases when I see her bypass her car and continue downhill.

Hmm.

Leaving the helmet on my bike, I decide to stalk her on foot since it’s apparent she still has business in town.

I wonder if, like Aidan, she also has a side piece she’s thinking of visiting this afternoon.

My hands ball into fists at the idea that she’s fucking someone else.

If I had it my way, she wouldn’t even be fucking Aidan.

I only allow that shit to happen since it’s obvious she takes no pleasure out of it, considering the sounds that cross the thin walls of our house.

I swear to fucking Christ, if the next stop she makes is to fuck some other asshole, I’ll murder them both on the spot.

She’smineto toy with.

No one else’s.

Fuming at the seams, I force myself to keep my distance while watching her walk down the long hill toward the town’s abandoned church. She must sense me, though, because she looks behind every few seconds to check if someone is following her.

Oh, I am, Roe.

I am.

I hide behind a nearby building as she walks up the stairs to Hollow’s Church, glancing over her shoulder once more beforeshe steps inside. I count to five before sprinting into a run after her just so I don’t miss a thing.

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