Page 1 of Such A Good Guy
CHAPTER 1
Luke
The ship rocks gently as I stalk this man down a dark hallway.
Music spills from a nearby bar as cruise ship passengers grind up on each other with sweaty pelvic thrusts.
A woman heads into the party with a drink in her hand, stopping right in front of me.
“Ooh, hey there gorgeous. Want to come in and dance with me?”
“No,” I say, my eyes still locked on the man I’m stalking.
Good, he’s past the security cameras now
“Aw, but you’re sooo hot. Like you literally look like a model. Want me to give you a blowjob? I swear I’m so good at it.”
I shake my head and brush past her.
My brain didn’t even register what her face looks like.
There’s no point. Seeing her naked would be approximately as exciting as watching paint dry.
That’s because in my entire life my cock has only ever worked foronewoman.
And this fucking scumbag I’m stalking had the fucking audacity toinsulther within my hearing.
Imagine not thinking he’d be the luckiest man in the world to have a woman of her fucking caliber.
Of course, I’m going to kill him for not appreciating her, but I’d also kill him if he appreciated her, too. I guess that would be kind of funny, if I understood the concept of humor a little better.
Humor is hard for someone like me, but Luna said a sense of humor in a man in important to her, so that I’m working on.
This jackass is headed to the restroom because he thinks he’s going to get a nice relaxing piss in.
But I’m afraid that’s not possible after I heard him call Luna a goddamnsevenand made a comment about her ass and how hemightif he got drunk enough.
Not aboutmygirl.
It’s not that I have ‘anger problems.’ A lot of people want to kill the shitheads they meet. I just have the ability and total lack of normal human morality to do it whenever I want to.
And this guy absolutely signed his death warrant when they were dancing together and I saw his hand slide down to the ass he was snickering about.
Nothing isgoing to intrude on my plans for Luna Gallagher, and definitely not this overgrown grunting frat moron.
The boyish grin and warmth in my eyes that I use to disguise what I am goes off like a switch. I don’t need it here.
This guy is stumbling drunkenly as he reaches the bathroom door.
I close in on him as the knives always in my brain start to multiply. There’s no real thrill to me in killing. It’s just a matter of fucking up anyone who stands between me and Luna.
I reach down to the shorter man’s collar and throw him back against the wall.
Myhand is steady. I never drink. I don’t know what it would do to my mind.
“What. . . what the fuck is your problem, man?” he grunts, looking blearily up at me.
“I heard you back at the Tropicana Room. Not very gentlemanly to talk about a lady like that,” I say as I take him by the throat and crack his head against the concrete.
