Page 95 of Seducer

“Let me… go.” His insistence in words and finally fighting for his life was amusing as fuck. Did he really believe he was strong enough to break free?

“You destroyed any chance of survival the moment you touched her. Fondled her. You see, she doesn’t belong to you. She belongs to me.”

“Wha… Fuck you.”

They were always so brave, so intent on keeping their honor, they lost sight of the fact I held their lives in their hands. I pressed the tip of the blade against a pressure point in his neck, wishing I could spend more time highlighting his decades of mistakes.

But that wasn’t possible unless I wanted to risk police involvement.

“No fake apologies? No sense of remorse?” I squeezed until I was at the point of forcing him to pass out. His now silent struggle kept a smile on my face. “I’ll take that as a no.”

As I raked the sharp blade from one ear to the other, I was careful to avoid getting blood on my shirt. His body started convulsing almost immediately as his life’s blood was drained from him. While he was still alive, I ripped off his mask, exposing his true self.

He was a nobody, a college kid following the latest trend that virtual reality had made famous.

When I was certain he was dead, I hoisted him into the air, easily tossing him into the tall dumpster. If he was lucky, his bodywould be found prior to the morning’s trash pickup and crush. If not, his friends and family would wonder for years about his disappearance.

After taking a deep breath, I brushed my fingers through my hair and walked back inside.

Now to much more important aspects of my evening.

Capturing and caging my little wild kitty.

Did I feel any remorse from my actions? None whatsoever.

Whoever ‘they’ were had a network of people working with them. Perhaps some had been blackmailed into presenting the dark game that was being played. Whether or not I’d been the original target, my brothers and our company being seen as collateral damage was entirely possible.

But I now had no doubts Sara had been brought in as a player, perhaps considered a ringer. I mulled over the possibility her past had been too juicy to ignore.

Headlines could be made, our company stock plummeting after we’d been made out to be natural born killers. A connection to a mafia family because of Sara would just be icing on the cake. But why the charade? Why go to such elaborate attempts?

After returning to the club, I scoured the room in search of her.

But after seeing her friend talking with a couple of other ladies who weren’t Sara, my instincts told me she’d either left or had been taken. Since her friend was laughing and drinking, my gut told me Sara had left of her own accord.

I headed to the entrance, moving out into the night. I followed my instincts, heading toward the direction of where I’d parked my car.

Not long after, I noticed her walking by herself. I could feel the crackle of electricity that occurred every time we were within a few feet of each other. I remained in the shadows, determined to follow this through my way.

Once she was safely under my roof, captured and kept, I would go hunting for entirely different prey. What I wanted to learn was whether someone else was stalking her as prey. Remaining in the shadows for now was my best objective.

Or perhaps I just wanted to kill the son of a bitch.

I headed in her direction, admiring the way she constantly kept an eye on her surroundings. When she crossed a street, heading into a more residential location, I closed the distance. She stopped and turned around. I could tell she was looking for me.

Hungering for me.

Just like I was doing with her.

“Run, little kitty. Run.” I whispered the words, unable to help myself.

Her steps picked up in pace. She dared me to come out and play and I almost honored her request.

But she moved to the edge of the sidewalk, still determined to run free and wild.

The moment she stepped off onto the pavement, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. What the fuck?

Rage cooled until I felt nothing. Could hear nothing. Could see only one thing.