Page 3 of Bloody Valentine

That was never in the cards for me. I figured that Hayes would eventually knock up some dumb broad and have little babies to continue this fucked up lineage we carried. Would it matter to the victims if they knew we were slaves to the Divine? Would it matter if I shared with them the scars that adorned my body from the punishments I received from running?

It had to happen.

There had to be a ‘balance in the universe.’ That had been beaten into me for thirty-nineyears—my entire lifetime.

After they threatened to take the one moron who actually mattered to me, I realized I had no choice but to accept who I was always meant to be…a killer, a leader—aValentine.

“Get out of here,” I said to the overly satisfied moron yanking her stockings back over her knees.

“Okay…” She hesitated like they all do, and I prepared my default answer and waited for her to finish. “But can we maybe do this again sometime, sexy?”

“No, darling.” I smiled sympathetically, gripping her arm in an awkward squeeze. “I do not double dip. You feel me once if you’re fortunate, and the gods seem to have deemed you lucky enough. Don’t squander that.”

Her mouth was open wide, and I debated sticking my cock inside that gaping hole to clean it off, but her neediness was already too much for my taste. Slowly, her mouth closed, and she pouted, her lower lip quivering.

A sense of unease washed through me as I reached for the door, not wanting to be here for her waterworks show.

When I gripped the metal knob, I realized it wasn’t budging. Clearing my throat, I tried again. It was fucking locked. I was locked in a damn supply closet with a crying student. I kept my back turned to her as I finished adjusting my button-up and fixing my blazer.

“This is not ideal,” I mumbled to myself.

My cell phone dinged in the quiet space, a reminder that classes were over and I was officially fucked.

Why couldn’t I just fuck an adjunct like everyone else?

I was already hearing the doors opening outside and students chattering as the rush of the fucking mob started.

“Oh no. I will never live this down if anyone finds out! They already bully me because of Professor Vega.” the twat-head wailed. I shook off the gross feeling of sharing a woman with Gunner Vega.

Her volume increased, and I grated my teeth, my irritation rising. She was going to alert someone to us because she was worried aboutherreputation…

I snaked my arm around her body, trying to calm her incessant idiocy. She shook me off, and panic rose when she started sobbing louder.

“What was that? Did you hear something?” she yelped, all but trying to claw in my shirt.

I leaned forward. There was a muffled sound. It was likely some kid that was close to the closet door.

Cursing, I wrapped my arm around the student’s neck, squeezing before she’d even realized I had moved behind her.

Snap.

Her sobbing suddenly stopped.

I looked at the limp woman in my arms. “Oh fucking hell.”

Maybe this is why I got the nickname ‘Mads.’

I dropped her body in the corner and covered her with cleaning equipment, spreading out the cloth of the mop onto her chest and legs. The stirring was slowing outside, and I waited to hear the tell-tale chime on my phone again. The noise died down, and I tested the knob one more time, pushing my shoulder against the door.

“Open sesame, asshole,” I said, smashing my shoulder harder this time.

Before I knew what was happening, the door swung open, and the blinding light outside was causing me to blink.

It was just my fucking luck that a kid was standing there. I recognized him as the quiet man in one of my classes. He’d kept to himself, and I hadn’t heard a word from him since the day he started my course.

His bright eyes sparked with confusion and curiosity at my disheveled appearance. I cleared my throat, rising to my fullheight and trying to show my authority. His eyes roved over to the stupid bitch in the corner I’d have to clean up later tonight.

“Oh, she’s fine,” I said in a forced laugh. “She took a nap, you see. I heard…um…snoring? Yeah, I heard snoring and opened this door to investigate, only to find the student in the corner. Let’s let her sleep, shall we?”

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