CHAPTER 4 #2
Why am I smiling? I shouldn’t be smiling.
This is far from funny. But look…you’ve gotta see the humor in it.
Why wouldn’t Bridget be just as bratty and bitchy as a psychopathic murderer, as she is in the wild?
And nobody understands how I fell for her?
Malek would be doubled over in a hyena fit right now…
and probably proud…if this was a year ago.
Hell, if this was a year ago, Callum would be scratching his head trying to figure out where to put her on the call list. Part of her enjoys this, and I’m not sure if that terrifies me… or makes my dick hard.
“I don’t wanna lose him,” Well…that’ll wipe a grin from your face. “But I’m not ready for all this shit. I dunno what to do. If he finds out about this marriage…”
“Peculiar thing, that…it’s too late, and the irony is…
I’m right behind you, Little Doe. Right where I’d be if you’d deigned to tell me the fuckin’ truth.
” The movement of the bouncing head with a tint of ginger in it, in the car in front of me, matched the squeal and the excitement of the song that started playing through my car.
It’s her. I kept a safe distance and followed her off the ramp when she made an exit.
She’s headed back to Witherle.
I’mma eat her alive. And it’s time to play with my food.
Well…this is nothing if not entertaining.
What. In the fuck…is she doing?
I watched her park this broad’s car, get out, kick away the tire marks…
and then drive three more feet just to get out and do it again.
I feel like my snickering is gonna get loud enough to be figured out if I don’t tone it down…
but here she is…moving the car again…and kicking more tracks.
It’s like she gets more frustrated every time, and I’m enjoying this way too fucking much.
“Dear God, please let me have the opportunity to watch her try to leave after this. I’ll do anything,” I laughed, shoving a cold french fry into my mouth.
Bridget had her hands on her hips, scratching her head and looking at the car like it would tell her what to do.
I saw the moment a light bulb went off, and she reached in, barely moving when the car began to roll on its own, downhill…
until it crashed into the wood line and smacked a tree.
My next fry paused in front of my open mouth.
“Hmm…unexpected.” She kicked those tracks too, and marched over to where the driver’s side door was still open.
I snuck out of mine and quietly shut my door to tiptoe near her and see what she does next.
When I tell you it was all I could do…
Bridget popped the trunk open and I saw that light bulb too…
no shovel this time either. I covered my mouth with my hand, stifling the laugh that would do me in.
Oh, she’ll be madder than a git with spilt beer over this.
Seems like a good time to crack open the psycho killer starter kit.
I grabbed a shovel outta my trunk and snuck over to where she was inspecting poor Lydia who looked to have completely slunked into the floorboard on the passenger side.
I took a wee moment to admire Bridget’s perfect arse while it stuck out of the driver’s seat and laid the shovel down behind her while I backed out of sight.
“What the f—” I smiled under my mask while she stared down at the shovel…and the thrill of fear she never gets started crawling over her pretty face. “That better not be you. I’ll fucking kill you this time, I swear to God…”
That’s not very nice, love.
I stayed hidden in the dark and relished in her flinch when she watched a wound-up rope fly out of the shadows and land next to the shovel.
Now her little manicure is safe. She darted towards me, but I was already off, kicking up dirt and dead leaves through the woods.
Well, this is different. I didn’t expect her to chase me.
I chuckled under my breath, dodging nature while she huffed behind me.
She stopped abruptly when her phone started ringing—not buzzing.
Her head darted in every direction, looking for me while she pulled it out of her pocket.
I love her ringtone. It gets me every time.
I’ll never admit to anybody else that this song is a banger…
wouldn’t do anything for my burly image.
I might have listened to it a time or two by myself… “Buttons”, by the Pussycat Dolls.
You’re supposed to be scary…don’t make this weird, don’t make this weird, don’t make this weird…ah, fuck it.
I faced Bridge, glad that she was stunned enough not to answer it when I came into view, and jutted a leg out, shaking my ass to the music. Her expression went from pissed and slightly terrified…to utterly confused.
“What is your fucking problem?!”
I had a demon-like smile under this mask, and it only got wider when I slid my gloved hands down my midsection, moving my body to remind her a little bit of what she’s missing when she’s out doing this stupid shit instead of letting me test her religion in our bed.
I held my crotch with one hand and gestured with my other for her to take her phone call.
She didn’t. So, I left her standing there and took off back towards the body she left in the car.
I really…like this game.