Page 180 of Unravelling The Beast

Me, Cree, and Wren all deserve a change. I need to say my final goodbyes to this house. It's full of memories, both good and awful, but I can't keep waking up and being dragged back into my pit of fucking darkness because I know what took place in this house.

No amount of black paint or sombre interior design can disguise the hideous secrets and hurt that lurk within this fucking mansion.

As I observe Wren coming out the front door with a big smile on her gorgeous face, I take a long pull of my cigarette.

My gaze sweeps down the length of her as she closes the door behind her, and I blow out the smoke before flicking it away as she walks towards me, her heels clicking along the pavement and her gaze locked on mine.

I grasp her wrist and yank her into me as soon as she's within my reach. When her body collides with mine, I place my arm around the bottom of her back to keep her close.

She places her hands on my chest and brightly smiles up at me, and her eyes sparkle with happiness.

As I speak, I cast a glimpse at her full, rosy lips.

"You look fucking beautiful."

Before she responds, a grin forms across her lips.

"Why thank you? You don't look too bad yourself, Mr Hayes."

I smirk down at her before she suddenly takes the lapels of my jacket and pulls me down into her lips. My hands descend down to her peachy ass, where I crush her cheeks with my hands and destroy her mouth so hard she has to bend backward.

I feel the urge to drag her back inside and ruin her sweet pussy for looking so damn good. I use my teeth to yank on her lower lip before plunging my tongue down her throat again, and I shift my hand between us until I'm rubbing her warm pussy over her tight, black jeans, causing her to moan.

That alone tells me she's ready to get fucked hard before we leave. I wrap my hands over the back of her thighs before swiftly wrapping her around me and walking back towards the house.

As she grinds her desperate cunt into me, we continue to eat each other's mouth until I hear someone clear their throat behind me, causing me to come to a halt.

Wren looks over my shoulder as we pause, and I immediately sense it’s a fucking cop on my property, which fucking enrages me, so I shout sharply.

"Get the fuck off my property, pig."

When I cast a sidelong glance over my shoulder and notice that he is still not moving, Wren wriggles down to her feet, and I turn to face the piece of shit.

"What are you, deaf? Fuck off!"

He flashes his badge before putting it back in his pocket.

"Detective Jones, Mr Hayes. We need to have a word."

Rage floods every inch of me as my eyes blaze into his because these motherfuckers know not to fuck with me, especially on my property. In my city, I fucking own them; I dominate this shit, and I'm untouchable since the majority of them are crooks themselves.

I speak sternly as my nostrils flare.

"Wren, get in the car."

As she walks past me, he gives her a slight nod with a smile, which makes me want to pounce on the fuck, skin him alive, and bury him in my backyard.

"You're either new to this shit or you're just plainfucking stupid, pig."

He raises an eyebrow at me before responding, unaffected.

"I'm from Los Angeles, Mr Hayes.We're not all crooks."

"I couldn't give a flying fuck what you are, motherfucker. You'd fuck off out of here if you knew what's good for you. I don't have anything to say to you."

Despite his continued attempts to enrage me, I keep my death stare fixed on him as I walk past him, towards my car.

"There have been a number of unexplained deaths around you, Mr Hayes, including one of your wife's, Bridget Hayes."

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