Chapter 26 Pete
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
PETE
Hot damn. Watching my sweet little angel go full firecracker over Dex, saying “have a nice day” to that cashier?
Hottest thing I’ve seen since I watched her dry hump him to orgasm.
Speaking of which, how come he was always getting her heat aimed at him?
Did that stupid book he read in prison actually have some merit to it?
Nah, it’s probably just a coincidence. Coincidence and good timing. Well, bad timing for me.
I wonder what I need to do to make her all possessive over me?
She went from soft and shy to murder-eyed in one second, and I swear I could feel the heat of it all the way down to my dick.
Girl looked ready to bite someone—and God help me, I wanted it to be me.
I wanted her to turn that fury on me, dig her nails in, and call me hers like she meant it.
There’s something about that crack in her halo that does things to me.
My angel’s got claws, and I think I might just beg her to use them on me.
I love her naive innocence, but I’m dying to sink my dick in her tight pussy and corrupt her. I have a feeling once she gets a taste, she’ll turn full sex kitten. The way she trusts us, relies on us, makes me think she’ll be completely submissive in bed, letting me have my wicked way with her.
A smile pulls at my lips as I remember the way she kissed me after I freed her from the clutches of those assholes. That was hot, but I could do without her getting hurt or kidnapped next time.
I imagine having the time to tie her wrists above her head while I pound into her.
Or slapping her ass while I take her from behind.
Or even better, her waking to find my cock deep inside her tight little pussy.
That moment of shock when she fully wakes and realizes she’s halfway to orgasm… Fuck yeah.
My dick presses painfully against my pants, and I try to adjust myself.
“Where to?” Dex asks from behind the wheel, bringing me back to the present.
“If we’re going to get you guys freed, we probably need to be closer to home to do it,” Wren says from where she’s sitting between Sly and me in the back seat.
“I don’t like you being closer to your brother,” Sly says with a frown.
“We don’t have a choice,” she says with a shrug. “But we should ditch the car and phone first.”
“My angel is brilliant,” I say, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and squeezing her into my side.
“That might be a bit of a stretch,” she says, looking uncomfortable with the compliment.
“Dex, keep your eyes peeled for a used car lot,” Sly instructs. “We can just ditch the phone in a garbage can or something.”
“We should toss it in the back of a truck going in the opposite direction, so if they’re following it, it will lead them away from us,” Wren suggests.
“See? Brilliant,” I smile down at her, and her cheeks grow red.
She looks over as Sly starts to set up his new phone. “Can I see the old phone?” she asks, and Jagger passes it back from the front seat.
I watch as she clicks each app, opens it, checks for anything useful, then closes it.
In the contacts app, there’s only one listing. “That’s weird,” I say.
“What?” she asks.
“Why would someone have only one listing in their phone? And it doesn’t even have a name.” It’s just listed as First Name and Last Name in the same-named spots.
She clicks the contact. Under the description, it says Go Here, with an address in Arizona.
“Sly, did you see this?” I ask, and she tilts the phone to him. I see the moment he reads it because he frowns.
“Where was that?” Wren clicks back to show him the listing in the contact book. “I thought that was just how you entered new contacts. I didn’t realize it was an actual listing.”
“See? Brilliant,” I whisper, giving her another squeeze as I kiss the top of her head.
Jagger signs something I think is meant to be a question about what we found.
“There’s a listing in the contact book. It has no name, but when we open it up, it says go here, with an address in Ashford Springs, Arizona,” I tell him and Dex.
“That’s only a few hours from Wren’s house,” Sly says, looking deep in thought.
“It’s not my house,” Wren says quietly. “At least not anymore.”
“Don’t worry, angel. You’ll always have a home with me,” I kiss her temple, and she smiles up at me before turning back to the phone.
“So what do we do?” she asks.
“I guess the real question is who left us this car and this phone,” Sly says, pushing his hair back from his face and taking a deep breath. “And if they are friend or foe.”
“What could be anyone’s motive to leave all this here if they were your enemy?” Wren asks. “If they wanted to capture us, they could have done it easily many times before now.”
“So you think we should go to that address?” Sly asks, not condescendingly like he usually does. He asks her as if he really wants to know the answer.
“Yes. Unless anyone has a better plan?” she asks, her eyes moving to each of us.
“Nope, I’m game.”
Jagger gives a thumbs up, and Dex agrees, leaving the final vote to Sly. “Okay, let’s get rid of the car and the phone, just to be safe, then we’ll head there.”
Safe. Yes, I need her to be safe.
Waking up and finding her gone had gutted me. I’m hoping the smartwatch will help us keep track of her. So even if she’s in the bathroom, I can stare at the locator on my phone and know she’s still there without busting the door down like I’ve wanted to do every time she goes in there.
I look down at where she rests her head on my chest, my fingers stroking through her silky black hair.
She’s so fucking gorgeous it’s hard to believe she has any interest in me at all.
I don’t think I’m unattractive, but I’ve been told I’m more awkward and weird than I am appealing.
Creepy was the word women used most to describe me, especially when I smiled.
Strangely, that just made me want to do it more.
Wren didn’t see me as creepy, though. I could see it in her eyes that she liked what she saw when she looked at me. Maybe it’s because she got to know me first through our letters. But that would mean I wasn’t a psychopathic killer, because there’s no way she’d love me if I were, right?
But if not a psycho, what am I?
Broken.
I frown, unsure where that thought came from.
People who kill without remorse are psychopaths, aren't they?
And I definitely had no remorse for killing the scum in Radford when I lived with my uncle as a drug runner.
I only stopped because I grew tired of it.
Repeatedly seeing men doing shitty things, then stalking them until I could take them out, it grew tiresome.
That’s when I moved East to a farm and learned to work the fields in exchange for room and board.
It was a quiet, lonely life, but I enjoyed the change.
I was there for four years and had no intention of leaving.
But when I saw someone in town with the same tattoo as the man who’d killed my friend at eighteen, I had to follow him.
I tracked him all the way to Sunnyvale. I became obsessed, I barely slept, tracking his movements every day, trying to figure out who he worked for.
That’s how I came across The Raven’s name for the first time.
The psycho in me easily picked right back up where I left off, killing like I hadn’t been playing farmer for the previous four years.
Wren turns slightly, her hand coming to rest on my chest as she sighs in contentment. If psychos don’t have feelings, if they don’t feel empathy, then why did I care so much for my little angel?
Maybe she was my exception. Maybe she was the one person in the entire world who could get under my skin and make me feel again.
If that was the case, there was definitely no way I was letting her out of my clutches. Psycho, broken… it didn’t really matter, as long as I was hers.