Page 2 of Hunted Temptation
And they will—eventually. I’ll see to that. Happily. Gleefully even.
The chief of police’s offshore bank accounts have already been drained, along with his domestic ones. He may not even realize it yet, but he will. Yet it’s not enough. Taking his money isn’t enough. Leaving him destitute is not enough. Even getting him fired… it wouldn’t be enough.
I’m going to need to watch him bleed, and I’m going to need to be the person who ends his life. I am going to have to watch the life drain from his eyes and know that he’s gone and will never come back.
It must be me who does it, too. Nobody else can because nothing else matters to me more than watching him die, watching his life end. It’s going to give me the satisfaction I need in order to stay in control.
As I begin to read his file, I realize that I don’t just want it, I crave it. It is a need I can never simply let go of. I have to see it play out in front of me. I need to know that he is gone and will never hurt anyone else again.
Continuing to click through the file, I pause on the image of his daughter. Most of the people I take care of either have little kids, no kids, or grown kids. Seeing someone who does this shit with kids turns my stomach.
Would they want someone to do these things to their own children? Their own sons and daughters? I don’t understand how they can take themselves, their lives, out of the equation and not even think about it. That would be all I could think about if I had a child.
What if someone did this to them?
My eyes scan the image, and when my focus sharpens, it stops on the girl in the picture. Girl, woman, I don’t know. I hope she’s a woman because she’s stunning. Her eyes peer into my goddamn soul.
Gray and intense.
She’s tall and lithe, almost too thin. She’s got no tits, no hips. She’s almost too lean, as if she’s not getting enough food, but maybe it’s just because she’s so young.
Too fucking young.
Her legs are long and lean, her hair long and straight, almost to her waist. I want to learn more about her. I want to wrap her hair around my fist three or four times and hold her still while I fuck her.
I want to keep her.
Fuck.
Maybe I am one of them, because I know she’s young, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to be inside her. I have never felt this way before, especially not from a picture. I need to ignore her, rip that shit up, forget she exists. And as I tell myself that, I slip the picture into the breast pocket of my shirt. Because I’m a sick fuck.
ELODIE
Closing my eyes,I let the sun soak into my skin, hopefully tanning me so I’m a shade closer to the perfect golden sheen that I want to achieve. I’ve never been someone who tans, but I’m preparing to go off to college, and I want to look my best.
Plus, being out here under the sun’s hot glare keeps me away from my father.
And I’ll do anything to stay away from that man.
That monster.
I stopped telling people when I was about ten years old that my father was abadman. It doesn’t mean that it’s not true, because it is. I just stopped saying the words aloud because nobody ever believed me.
It didn’t matter who I told or what I said. Nobody believed a single word I said. So, I just gave up. I’m positive that he’s awful in probably more ways than I could ever imagine. And no matter how I tried to explain his horridness, I was ignored, because everyone loves him.
Everyone.
I’m the odd person out, and there’s no reason to try and show people something they refuse to see, refuse to accept.
At the time, he was a beloved lieutenant, and now he’s an even more beloved chief of police for our midsized Californiatown. He is one of the most powerful men in town and makes sure to remind me of thatoften.
So I stay quiet because it’s pointless. It’s my goal to be gone soon, and I’m never looking back. Not for a second. Because nobody could ever imagine that he,theChief Scoggins, could be anything but amazing.
He shows up to every community event, not to mention every single school event that I was or wasn’t part of. He has put his stamp on the community, and he loves every second of the admiration. He’s obsessed with the way people love him and the way he has them all fooled. He gets off on it.
I’ve hated every second of the farce.
Closing my eyes, I let the sun soak into my skin, hoping for that bronzy vibe to happen. Although I’m not sure why it would, since it’s never happened before. My peace and contentment don’t last long.
