“Please don’t kill them, Zack.”
I keep backing away from her.
“Where are you going?” she whisper-shouts, her eyes darting between me and the path where the men’s voices are getting nearer.
“I’m not killing anyone. You are.”
“No!” She rushes toward me and grabs hold of my shirt. My heart goes wild.
“I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want. You can find out for yourself if they’re part of the not-all-men brigade, or you come with me and do everything I say. You already know exactly what I’m capable of. So, what’ll it be? Better the devil you know or…” I tip my head toward the path.
The words that pour out of her have me more confused than ever. “You! I choose you!”
Chapter 11
Zack
It takes a while to find the car again. Chloe doesn’t stray from my side once. I’d call her stupid for picking me, but I know she’s not. She’s smart and cunning, and there’s something wicked about her. She wants to do all the things I’m sure her religion tells her not to do.
And if she really did kill someone, then we’re more alike than I thought.
She wants me.
But why?
What does she get out of this?
My curiosity has been more than caught; it’s been put in a damn chokehold.
As much as I want to play with her, I also want to peel back her layers until she’s completely exposed to me with all of her vulnerabilities on display. Only once she’s a sobbing, broken mess at my feet will I be satisfied.
This can’t change things though. I won’t let her get in the way.
Things are already different thanks to herintoxication of my mind, and she’s doing it again now. Getting me drunk on her and desperate for another drop.
I can feel her watching me. Figuring me out.
Why isn’t she scared of me? A little nun like her should be shaking in fear, begging the big bad wolf to spare her, and praying to her God for mercy.
Perhaps she’s deadlier than I’ve given her credit for. That makes this whole situation suck even more. The chances of finding my dream girl—one with a killer instinct and a thirst for violence—were non-existent. Yet, here she is.
She’s my perfect match.
She’s also my weakness.
Fuck, my nerves can’t take much more of this.
It’s not long before we arrive at our next destination. An old, run-down biker bar. I came here a lot once I discovered the owner, Jackson Wood, was one of the men on Kat’s tape. I tried to get answers without rousing suspicion, but all I left with were bruises, and a cracked rib.
Tonight has been years in the making, and I know that the man I need to find will be here. I’ve staked the place out for months, noting who comes and goes, and when. It’s rarely completely empty, but this time of night there should only be a few stragglers hanging around probably too drunk to do anything.
Two Harleys are parked up outside. Across the lot, the only other vehicle is Jackson’s car.
Chloe can serve as the perfect distraction to get him alone.
Her eyes light up at the neon sign. She’s probably never been to a bar before or gotten drunk.
Bet she gives the best drunk sloppy head.
