Page 124 of Dance With A Devil

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I slice off his ear. His scream shakes the trees.

“Please! I’m sorry I killed him! But wehadto!”

“You had nothing but a death wish.”

I don’t skin his face. Not yet. I flay small patches from his ribs, thighs, calves, pieces I plan to gift-wrap for his parents.

“You know what your mom’s getting for Christmas?” I whisper. “Your fucking head in a box.”

He passes out before I’m finished. Disappointing.

But not unexpected.

“Wyck!” Gage’s voice cuts through the trees.

“Over here!”

He arrives just as I wipe my blade across Chad’s shredded shirt.

“Is he dead?”

“Not yet. Tomorrow’s delivery day.”

Gage grins. “Fuck yes. I was hoping someone’s mom would get a box full of limbs.”

I smirk. “Peter?”

“Dead. I saw him slap his girl and later caught him breaking into the winery. Couldn’t let that slide.”

“Good.” I nod toward Chad. “Take him to the basement. I’ve got something else to handle.”

Gage lifts Chad like dead weight. “You want the others to meet you?”

“Yeah. Main house.”

He jogs off.

And I turn toward the house with bloodied fingers and a wicked grin.

The hunt’s over.

But my night withheris just beginning.

My cock aches with every step. She’ll be waiting. Wet. Wanting.

I lick a smear of blood from my palm.

“I’m coming for you, Little Fox.”

I make it back to the main house with blood on my hands and her taste in my mouth. The second I step inside, I pull out my phone and fire off a message to the others.

Me:Before you meet me at the main house, grab whatever you think you’ll need to ruin Athens, in the best fucking way.

The replies hit quick.

Dash:What do you mean?

Onyx:Define “need.”

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