Page 9 of Killer (Project)

Taking a gulp from my drink while praying it would give me some type of liquid courage, I watched one of the men get up. His body reminded me of Hulk without the green. His hair was in a man bun, if that was even possible, and his eyes immediately met mine. My breath faltered, and my heart beat out of my chest. It couldn’t be. It had to be the lighting or my eyes playing tricks on me.

There was no fucking way Diesel could be standing across the room from me.

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I hated clubnights. Scouting for the piece of shit lab assistances and other workers of the Corporation. The music was loud, the chicks never shut the fuck up, and the booze did nothing to elevate the monster inside of my head.

“I need to take a leak,” I mumbled to Jaxon, who had chick number two on his lap. Greg told us going out in public wasn’t a good idea. He feared that if someone noticed us, someone from our past, it could cause problems. By problems, he meant they would have to be taken care of—which I had no problem with. If there was someone from my past who saw me and knew me, I would gladly take them out.

After all, if they truly loved me, then they wouldn’t have let me suffer. I got up from the booth, pushing past Savage and Yankee. I had just stepped out of the booth and onto the carpeted floor when I felt someone staring at me. Immediately, my eyes lifted to meet a very shocked, but slightly timid pair of dark brown eyes. I could practically hear her heart beating out of her chest.

She clutched the glass in her hand as if it were a lifeline to reality. I didn’t have time to figure out what she was staring at or what she wanted. Hell, she could just be someone who wanted to have a one-night stand with a beast. There were many of those crazy fucking people out there.

Yet, as I took a step away from her, I could feel my own heart rate spike. My palms began to sweat, and my eyes flickered around the room. What the fuck was wrong with me. Ignoring the tugging that I felt in my chest, I hustled to the bathroom. Pushing past a couple, who were all but fucking in the hallway, I made my way to the men’s bathroom.

It wasn’t until I was done and washing my hands that a piercing pain in my head hit me.

Brown hair. Brown eyes. A dazzling smile. She was a breath of fresh air on a hot summer day.I shook my head fiercely, willing more to slip from my mind. How could it do this to me? How could I only remember bits and pieces of my life? I clenched the soap dispenser and didn’t release it until I heard the snapping of plastic.

Deep-rooted chaos was going off inside of my head. It felt like an atomic bomb was about to go off, and I couldn’t hold on any longer. Opening the bathroom door, I pushed through the masses of people. I came to a stop when I felt a small form run head-on into me. I clenched my fists forcing myself not to reach out and touch them. I was feeling violent. There was no saying it would just be a simple removal—maybe of their heart or intestines.

“Oh, I’m so, so—” The young woman’s voice cut off as she looked up at me. Up close, I could really see her. It was the woman looking at me before I ran off to the bathroom. Was she following me? My blood boiled, and my body begged for some elevation of the hate. Calmly as I could, I reached out and grabbed her by the shoulder slamming her into the nearby wall.

“Why’re you following me?” My voice wasn’t my own. Then again, I didn’t know what I used to sound like. Her eyes grew wide, full of shock and fear. I could practically see the lie forming in her mind. I wanted to smile, but instead, I wrapped my hand around her throat. Leaning into her body, I caught her scent. She smelt delicious, like chocolate and strawberries.

“Listen really carefully to what I’m about to say to you…” I whispered in her ear taking notice of the way her body responded to my own. Her heart rate accelerated telling me she was scared, but there was something else there.

“I wasn’t following you, I swear. I was—”

“Shhhh…” I gripped her around the throat tighter. I had killed women. Not that I had wanted too, but in the moment of rage, I did what I had to. Most of them deserved it.

“You’re lying. I can tell. I can hear the spike in your pulse, the way your eyes rolled around as if you were searching your mind for an explanation. The fact it took you a moment to answer me when it was a simple yes or no question.” I lifted my head to look into her eyes.

My hand wanted to grip her harder. To bring the lies to the surface without asking questions. Yet, I couldn’t allow it. Something held me back, and that just made me even more fucking angry.

“I… I thought I recognized you.” She stuttered over her words. My eyes drifted down to her red glossy lips. She was beautiful. Almost as beautiful asher.The girl in my memories. Fuck, I needed to stop.Stop thinking about it.I told myself.

“You think you know me? Who the fuck is it that you work for?” I growled, my fingers digging into her throat. She reached up, her small hands prying at my fingers to stop. She was begging me with her eyes because she couldn’t do so with her words. Forcing myself to ease off, I allowed a breath of oxygen to enter her lungs.

“I work for no one. I just thought I knew you. Obviously, I don’t.” She struggled to get out. Her eyes told me she was lying, but her words—her words made me think differently. Releasing her, I shoved from the wall, not even a backward glance going her way. I needed to forget about her. About the brown-eyed girl who caused me to live in hell.

“Wait… What’s your name?” The girl called out running after me. Did she have a fucking death wish? I stopped dead in my tracks turning around to face her.

She stayed where she was standing, probably sensing if she came any closer, it would be the end of her life.

“No.”

“What do you mean no?” Her voice held confusion.

“Killer.”

“Killer? That’s not a name.”

“You’re right, it’s a job. A thing.” I took a step forward, and then another, eventually coming face to face with her. She had balls of steel. I could rip her apart right here, right now.

“A thing?” She was questioning every word that came out of my mouth. Aside from the anger and rage I was feeling, I was slightly amused by her reaction.

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