Page 34 of F*ck Steal Kill

The second my hands were wrapped around his taut muscles, he revved the engine and took off. When we got closer to town, I pointed out where to turn, leading him to one of our dummy locations. The lights were on, and I thanked Joy for installing timers. It was easier to shake him if he believed someone else was home since I was supposed to be helping the girls.

Sliding off the back, I unclipped the helmet and handed it to Q. His hand reached out and gripped my forearm, pulling me into his hard body. Quentin tilted my chin up, his fingers gripping me.

“This isn’t over, Holland. Don’t forget you’re mine. There’s no return policy, so I’ll see you soon.”

He kissed me hard, withdrawing a second later and putting the helmet on his head. I stood there in a daze as he drove off, my heart beating a mile a minute as I watched him disappear.

Climbing the steps, I unlocked the door and headed into the room where we stashed extra clothes in. Changing into all black, I pulled my hair back and placed a cap over it to keep it secure. Pulling up the information Joy had sent, I scanned the fast work request from Phantasm.

Phantasm: I know I said to lie low, but this is urgent. A teenager has been kidnapped by her stepdad. The mother called it in after the police said they couldn’t do anything. Mom is worried he’s become obsessed with her daughter and will rape the teen. I tracked his credit card and found a location. He’s staying at the cabins in the next town over. You have a short window before they move. Can you do it?

Holland: Send the address and name. I’ll text when I have the girl. This one might get bloody. Do we have clean-up on standby, or am I on my own?

Phantasm: I’ll have someone in the area awaiting your text.

Grabbing a bag, I filled it with some tools and headed out the back door. Slinking around the side, I checked that no one was out front before I crept along the fence line to the car a few houses down. Once inside it, I pulled up the GPS on the secure server and made my way there.

The whole drive, I replayed the conversation over and over with Quentin. Was he serious? Did he actually like me? Or was it a game?

It didn’t feel like a game. It felt real.

I made it to the cabins easily, ditched the car on the side of the road, and stalked through the woods the rest of the way. These rentals were used by a lot of nefarious folks, so it wasn’t the first time I’d been here, which helped in a quick job since I hadn’t had time to research the layout or the man. Peering into the window, I held back the urge to vomit as I noticed the girl. She lay limp on the bed, her hair mussed and her clothes ripped.

I wanted to cry for her, for what she’d been through already at such a young age, but that wouldn’t help right now. All I could do was get her out of there so she didn’t go through anything more.

The man in question snored beside her, his flaccid dick lying against his leg. If it wouldn’t be as traumatizing for her to watch me cut it off, I would. Lacey wasn’t the only one who loved a good chopping.

Plan made, I used my lock pick to open the back door and walked slowly down the hall, keeping to the shadows.

The door to the bedroom was open, so I continued in on silent feet. The perp snored, not bothered by my presence in the slightest. Walking over to the girl, I nudged her gently to wake her. Her eyes snapped open immediately, and I lifted my finger to be quiet. She nodded, the motion practically wooden as she stared at me blankly.

I helped her from the bed, making sure not to wake him in the process. When her feet were on the floor, I bent down and whispered in her ear.

“Your mother sent me. I’m going to save you, but first, I need you to hide in the bathroom. Lock the door and don’t open it until I tell you it’s me. I’ll use the code word octopus. Okay?”

Again, she only nodded. She was so checked out, hiding within herself to forget the horrors she’d experienced. I just hoped she’d be okay while I took care of the trash. Once the door was closed and locked, I got to work.

The asshole was so out of it that he made it easy for me to lock his wrists and feet and cover his mouth as I debated my next course of action. Tapping my finger on my chin, I smiled when inspiration struck. Placing the phone over his face, I opened the notes app and typed out the world’s worst suicide note.

I’m scum and a despicable human being. You’re better off without me.

Dennis

I drew the face mask down completely so it covered my entire face and kept my identity hidden. Pulling my gun out of the holster, I moved toward the bed.

It was go time.

Adrenaline spiked in me, a crazed sense of rightness and justice flowing through my veins now that I had him in my sights. I’d make him pay for hurting her. I’d ensure he could never hurt another girl ever again. My heart thumped loudly, a grin spreading behind the mask. Now the fun began.

Pointing the barrel at his head, I pulled the hammer back, the sound echoing around the room. His eyes fluttered, but they didn’t open. Poking him with the gun, I placed it on his head. And yet, he still didn’t stir, so I questioned my plan and debated whether I should just kill him in the bed.

But no. I wanted him to feel scared. To know what it had felt like for that little girl. For me.

“Wake up,” I growled, the built-in voice modulator making my voice deeper and more masculine.

His eyes popped open, his breath hitching when he realized someone was standing over him with a gun to his head. He tried to move, but with his hands tied and duct tape over his mouth, he was unsuccessful.

“Get up. If you try to run, I’ll shoot you. Understand?”

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