Chapter 33
Atreus
I took my time, gathering my gun and equipment so I could go in for the kill.
There was no rush. With the way she left, she practically invited me to come and seek her out. I don’t need anyone else. I will be the one to bring her in.
I stare up at her window from beneath the Delta Nu house and narrow my eyes from the sound of running water through the small opening.
Enjoying a last shower like it’s a last meal.
She must have someone guarding the front door if she’s so ballsy to act like nothing’s going on, which means I’ll have to take an alternative route inside.
I check out the fire escape and decide to pull down the staircase, then jump to grab hold. Easy enough. I climb the stairs and make my way up each flight until I reach her level, then walk along the edge of the balcony until I get to her slightly open window.
I push it farther open and crawl inside. Her perfume hits me almost instantly, like an aphrodisiac straight to the fucking groin, and I let out a silent moan in a single breath.
This fucking woman has invaded every corner of my mind against my will, so it’s only fair I invade her safe space too.
The shower is still running, so I take the opportunity to look around her room, inspecting all the nooks and crannies, her unkept bed, her desk stacked with unopened books, and the locked drawer. But what really catches my attention is the poster she put up on her wall.
Of me.
I stop and stare at my own face from when I was giving a speech in front of all the cameras, and I touch the paper where a very visible lipstick stain marks my cheek. It’s still wet.
I rub my fingers together as my skin begins to crawl.
She put a picture of me on her goddamn wall like an ornament.
I have myself a motherfucking stalker, and she’s actually proud of it.
My gaze immediately pulls toward the opposite side, where her bed resides.
Has she masturbated to the thought of me?
For some reason, I veer closer to the bed, drawn by the idea of her lying here on these very sheets, and my hand instinctively touches the bedding as if it will give me clues.
As if it will let me feel her lying there, touching herself at the thought of me capturing her.
My cock throbs in my pants, and I lean in to take a whiff of the scent left in her sheets.
Pussy.
Fucking mouthwatering pussy.
She coughs, and I look up again at the door in the corner where steam escapes.
She’s still blissfully unaware of my presence.
Just like I was when she first stalked me in my own goddamn house.
I slowly approach the door, peeking through the small gap to watch her douse the sin off her skin, and I swallow impatiently, as my pants tent with arousal.
I must bring her down when she least expects it.
Before she becomes my end.
Sunny
I’m under the shower, rinsing off the blood of the fight between Foley and me, when I hear something snap in my room. I shut off the faucet and listen.
Something doesn’t feel right…
I grab my phone and text someone, then grab a towel and dry off, wrapping it around my hair so it’s tightly secured before I exit my room.
Click.
The sound of a safety pin makes me stop in my tracks, and I briefly glance sideways at the barrel of the gun pushed into my temple.
“Hands above your head,” Atreus says.
But all I do is smirk as I turn my head closer toward the gun. “Back already?” I quip, returning his own words to him.
We just can’t seem to stay away from each other even though I gave him a clear out.
I guess he was too excited to chase me instead.
My fully naked body is on display along with a myriad of scars on my skin, and his eyes swiftly dart across my nipples and the entirety of my tatted body as if he’s taking it all in before they shoot back up to my face.
“Do you enjoy sneaking up on naked women?” I ask. “Where are your cop buddies?”
“This is personal.”
My brows rise. “Oh … so you came on your own?”
Interesting.
“You have ulterior motives.”
He unfurls the towel from around my head, so my hair drops down over my shoulders, and he shoves it against my chest. “Cover up before I take you in.”
I cackle. “You’ll do no such thing.”
I swat the gun out of the way, slamming his arm into the wall beside my head. I grasp the towel and spin it to twist so I can whip him in the gut. He grabs the towel and my body and manages to twist it around my neck.
“Don’t dare an agent of the law,” he growls in my ear, and he pinches my nipple so hard I scream despite the towel twisting around my neck.
I knock my head back.
CRACK!
Blood spills out of his nose as his fingers release my nipple, and I can finally tear this towel away from my face.
He knocks me off-balance with a kick to the legs, and I nearly topple over, but I manage to grab his arm.
I bring it to my mouth and bite down into his flesh until he yelps out in pain from the bloodied marks I leave.
God, this violence is such a fucking turn-on.
“Fuck! You bit me!” His arm retracts, and I swing away at him.
“Wanna see what else I can do?” I jest, punching him until he’s out of breath.
I put my hand on top of his head and jump until my legs are around his neck, squeezing the lifeblood from his veins as he falls backward onto my own damn bed, crushed by the weight of my thighs, and I sit down on top of his face, smushing his lips with my own juicy, wet ones.
“Choke on it,” I say.
“What is this? Foreplay?”
I lean back to punch him in the balls so he groans out loud. “Yes.”
Suddenly, he pulls a knife from his pocket and stabs me in the thigh, and I scream out loud as he throws me off him. He rolls me around and sits on top of me, pinning my arms above my head so I can’t move.
“Is this how you like to play, bunny? You want me to fuck you like an animal before I bring you in, is that it?” He leans in to lick the sweat droplets off my skin. “Your pussy tastes like blood and murder.”
“Exactly how you like it,” I hiss back.
Suddenly, my door is kicked open, and both Xavier and Orion storm inside, one wielding an axe, the other carrying knives. My Delta Nu girls let them in right on time.
THWACK!
Xavier chucks a knife at Foley, who dodges it by rolling off me. I’m a bit disappointed because I was getting horny from the feel of his body on my tits while he rages at me. Oh well.
“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER!” Xavier screams, throwing knives left and right while Foley ducks for cover.
“You called for them,” Foley growls.
“Damn right I did,” I say, slipping off the bed, but I wobble when I try to stand.
Xavier’s eyes land on the wound in my thigh, and his eyes nearly turn red as a volcano. Absolutely unhinged. “You hurt her … you fucking hurt her. You’re going to die.”
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
One after the other, he chucks knives at Foley like he’s lost his mind, and honestly, it’s kind of cute of him to be this obsessed with me.
Foley only manages to avoid the knife by hiding behind my wardrobe, but one of them still lodges in his arm, and his cries echo through my lavish room. “Fuck!”
Orion holds the axe above his head as he approaches, like he intends to cut him in half.
“Stop,” I command, right before the axe comes down on Atreus’s head. “Tie him up.”
Orion sighs and drops the axe, but Foley tries to steal it, so Xavier throws another knife, and it lands right beside his head.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
I throw Orion my towel, while he and Xavier grab both of Foley’s arms, twisting them behind his back as they shove him against the back wall of my room.
“So you’re her little helpers,” Foley growls.
Xavier and Orion tie him up while he’s still standing, and then secure him to a heating unit in the corner of my room.
“You’re aiding a criminal. You know that, right? You’re going to jail along with her.”
“Fuck you,” Xavier says. “You should be glad she lets you live.”
I’m so proud of my guardian boys.
After they’re done, Xavier snatches Atreus’s phone from his pocket and hands it to me, and I place it on my desk, out of his reach.
My boys shove away any close furniture so he can’t use it as a weapon to take us down. The man’s almost as lethal as I am, and that’s exactly why I chose to stalk him. I’m obsessed with his inability to capture me and his refusal to give up, no matter the cost.
The man will literally throw away his soul to get to me, and I admire that kind of dedication.
Xavier immediately comes to me and inspects my thigh.
“It’s just a scratch.”
He shakes his head. “Orion, grab the supplies.”
Orion goes into my bathroom and steals my box of bandages from my first-aid kit and brings it back while I roll my eyes.
“Honestly, this is not necessary.”
Xavier rolls off the bandage and wraps it around my thigh. “Yes, it is.”
My brows furrow. It’s almost like he cares more about me than I do, which is odd. I never really thought anyone cared that much about what happened to me. My friends? Maybe. But when push comes to shove, I doubt they’d be there in a moment of severe pain.
He looks up at me with those precious puppy eyes, and it unfurls the coils wrapped around my heart so tightly that I’m momentarily taken aback.
“I’m not going to—”
“I know,” he interjects. “I’m doing this because I want to.”
“I never asked.”
“You don’t have to,” Orion adds, handing Xavier the tape to tie it all up. “We do what’s necessary to save you.”
“Why do you two care so much about what happens to me?”
“Yeah, why do you?” Detective Foley says, and we all turn our heads in annoyance.
I almost forgot he was here and that he stabbed me.
“She’s a killer,” he rasps.
“Aren’t we all?” Orion muses, chuckling.
But Foley doesn’t seem at all amused and jerks around to free himself. He looks so sexy all tied up and at my mercy.
“Better take care of that before he tries to end our lives,” I tell them.
“On it,” Orion says, and he swiftly grabs my bag and pulls out a metal chain that he wraps around Foley’s wrists as well as the heating unit. “Good luck trying to escape now.”
“Fuck you,” Detective Foley spits.