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I stand, frozen, from his words, as he growls louder, his voice deeper, and as threatening as his large stature.

“Run.”

He pulls out his knife, and I do what he said, I run for my life.

CHAPTER EIGHT

PSYCHO

She takes off running, and I give her a head start, not because I planned to, but I can’t stop watching her ass as she sprints, trying to find a way off the property. There isn’t one. The front gate is the only exit. I know she thinks she found our weapons warehouse. And it is, in a way, but not really. It’s where we keep ammo, which is why it’s guarded around the clock. Bullets in the wrong hands can be dangerous, kids. She was never going to find shipments of weapons being delivered. Those are underground. Silly little lamb.

I walk casually, whistling, as I look for her. Walking through the trees, following the route she took, I taunt her.

“One, two, Psycho’s coming for you.”

She makes the sweetest little yip I’ve ever heard. Anastasia keeps running, trying to find her way out of my trap.

“Three, four, your blood will coat my floor.”

I watch as she squats down behind a large crate of our supplies.

“Five, six, you’ll beg to live.”

Her breathing is heavy. I know she’s probably trying like hell to control it, and not give away her location, but she can’t. The panic is too severe.

“Seven, eight, it’s too late.”

I chuckle darkly as I reach her, lowering my head as she raises hers, and meets my gaze, fucking trembling like such a good girl.

“Nine, ten, scream for me again.”

Her eyes are wide with terror, but she doesn’t cry.

Fucking unfortunate, because I want her tears. I stare at her stunning face, taking in her gorgeous features. From her dark hair, hazel eyes, hips that beg to be held onto with a bruising grip, back to her trembling bottom lip. Gorgeous.

“Stand.”

She does, and I grin at her.

“This is your final chance. Fucking run. I promise you, you don’t want me to catch you, little lamb.”

Anastasia takes off again, this time right smack into my security detail. Reggie goes to grab her, but I give him a look, and he raises his hands in the air.

“Vanish. All of you, inside the warehouse.”

He moves quickly, and does as he’s told. It wasn’t much of a choice, because they know the consequences of not following orders.

She runs past where Reggie was, and again I watch her sweet little ass run, with nowhere to fucking go. Anastasia may as well be on a goddamn treadmill. Still, she’s fun to watch. The kill will be beautiful, but it’s the hunt that’s truly exquisite. The way my little lamb tries so hard to save her life. I run to her and push her, so that she falls onto the earth with a thud, facedown, followed by a scream. Climbing over her, I pin her in place, as she tries to fight me off. It’s futile. She never had a chance of winning this fight. Placing my nose against her neck, I inhale the sweetest scent of pomegranate and, is that mango?

“Fuck,” I growl, because she smells fucking delicious. Goddamn edible.

When I decided to take her and kill her, I never planned to fuck her, but now it doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.

Anastasia bucks her hips, trying to fight me off, and I chuckle against the sweet skin just below her ear.

“I know you’re trying to get me off, little lamb, and I promise, you will…get me off.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she says. I don’t know if she’s trying to sound strong, but she doesn’t. Instead, her shaky breath only makes me want to be inside her, with a desire I haven’t felt in a long time, if ever.

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