Page 101 of F*ck Steal Kill

Holland: Thanks for the heads up. I will avoid the house until tomorrow. Night.

Lacey: XOXO

Holland: XOXO

Grinning, I finished walking the rest of the way to my car. It was surreal sometimes to think this was our life and that we’d ended up here. The city was so alive, and our lives were fuller with all the new people we’d added. It felt like our life was significant in a way it had never been before. And despite working for the Shadows, it seemed we’d actually stepped out of them into the light.

As I approached the parking garage, a tall, dark, and handsome man was leaning against my car. His blue eyes heated up as he spotted me, his cocky smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

“I’ve killed men for doing exactly what you’re doing.”

“Hmm. That sounds like a fun game to play,” Grady teased, pulling me into his body and kissing me.

The kiss was languid as his tongue swirled with mine, heating up my insides.

“Mm, I’ve missed your taste.”

“Then let me remind you. We can pop back into the building.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No can do. We have a present for you.”

“A present? I told you guys I didn’t want anything for my birthday.”

“This, I think you will.” He nodded to a black van, linking our fingers together as he pulled me over.

Lifting my brow, I opened the back door and found Quentin and Max with a guy tied up in rope. It took me a second to realize who he was, but once I did, the grin on my face grew so wide I thought my face might break.

When the man spotted me, he screamed, begging for me to save him. Wrong person to ask for forgiveness, honey.

“You got this for me?” I gasped, clutching my hands to my chest.

“Happy Birthday, Temptress. This one’s off books.”

“So, no paperwork?” My eyes widened as I smiled bigger.

“No paperwork, sweetheart,” Max confirmed, causing a tear to run down my cheek.

“You really do love me,” I gushed.

“I think we finally found the way to romance our girlfriend,” Grady said, wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing my cheek. “Happy Birthday, mi chispa.”

Wiping my face, adrenaline rushed through me as I rubbed my hands together and stared at the man from the XOXO app. He’d been abusing his wife and son for years, to the point his wife was considering suicide. She’d attempted it, but her son found her in time. The request had come in from the aunt, her sister. We hadn’t been able to locate him, though, and I worried he’d get away before we found him.

“It’s the best birthday gift ever,” I raved, making the guy tied up squirm a little more now that he realized I wasn’t his savior.

Unsheathing my favorite knife, I flicked my wrist a few times and made the blade catch the light, the asshole’s eyes growing wider. Jumping into the back of the van, I relished in the man’s fear as he openly cried when I read of his crimes and gave him a little stabby-stab for each one.

That feeling never got old. But the best part? The three men I’d fallen in love with didn’t even blink an eye as the blood ran down his body, covering me—and them—in the process.

“It should probably weird me out that I find it hot when she punishes people, right?” Max whispered.

Quentin smirked, taking Max’s hand and placing it on his crotch, his hard cock pressing against his leg. Max gulped but relaxed his shoulders as he accepted his attraction.

I stared at the man and knew I could drag his torture out a little longer, especially with how awful his crimes were. But this unaliver was learning that sometimes there were more important things than killing.

Not much, but there were. And these three were at the top of that list.

“How about we call my clean-up crew to take care of this, and then I can show you how happy your gift made me?”

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