Chapter 3
Atlas
Fuck! I'm sitting in my car watching the camera in Kit’s parlor from my phone. The woods behind her house are where I'm hidden. I scoped out the acreage months ago when I began following her. I had to know the layout of the land so I could slither in and out without issues.
All these trees provided the perfect cover, allowing me to observe my obsession unnoticed before the cameras were installed.
As soon as I saw what that blonde-headed chump was up to, I hopped in my car and headed out immediately.
If he had succeeded in attacking her, I was going to enter the house and quickly snap his neck.
I would have had to give her an injection to make her drowsy and relaxed before I killed him. I am going to mind-fuck the girl enough; her witnessing a murder may push her over the edge.
My drug choice is always midazolam. It is used to relax and sedate a patient before surgery. It also prevents any memory of the events beforehand. I used this stuff on some of my past victims.
If I killed the kid, I would have had to get my clean-up crew out here to dispose of the body. That can be a pretty traumatic event if you aren’t used to seeing death daily. When someone dies, they piss and shit themselves as all their organs shut down.
Sometimes, they’ll vomit, and their eyes may bulge out of their heads. It’s not a pretty sight. It would have been lights out for my pet. I’m relieved it all played out this way, so I don’t need to sedate her or kill him…. yet.
Whether or not the bastard goes to jail, that motherfucker is going to pay for what he did to my girl tonight. It may not be tomorrow or a week; hell, it may be as long as six months, but he is going to atone for trying to hurt her. I couldn’t be prouder of how she controlled the situation.
She’s a little tiger. Although I knew she was terrified, she maintained her composure.
She may be a little bitty thing, but I am sure she will be able to deal with me once I get her into my den.
I found it amusing when she told him to call 911.
I couldn't contain myself when she blurted out that he was her stalker. I had a good laugh.
I almost texted her when I saw what direction the night was heading in before I left my house. My brother Joe wasn’t there to chauffeur me, so I had to drive myself.
When I pulled up and saw she was holding him at gunpoint, I knew the little weasel wouldn't get too far. I'm surprised he didn't piss himself.
He looked like a powdered donut, for fuck sake. I thought he was going to vomit all over her nice hardwoods. That would have been a fucking mess to clean up.
Thanks to my brother Zach, I can access her Google Nest account, so I disconnected the cameras outside her house through my phone. I need to get out of my car and get closer to the situation without bringing attention to myself.
I am not in the mood to take out a few cops if they were to spot me back here and decide to apprehend me.
Now that I’m in such close proximity, I think it’s time to pay her a visit.
I’m toying with the idea of bringing her home tonight while I sit in my car two feet away, patiently waiting to make my move. I have the syringe with me.
It would take about two minutes for it to work on her.
She has that damn gun, so I will need to be careful if I decide to pay her a visit in the flesh.
It wasn't part of my plan, but the more I think about it, the better it sounds.
This wouldn't be the first time I had to kidnap someone. It's actually a piece of cake.
Taking the gun from her will be no problem; it's not something I’m worried about. I'll watch her through my phone and make my move when she puts it away.
With four years in the Navy Seals and two in the Delta Forces, I am well-versed in quickly maneuvering in and out of any location undetected.
As big as I am, I can be as quiet as a mouse.
I am off to my island in three months. I planned to snatch her then, but now that I am ten feet away from her, I don’t want to wait that long.
No one will find her in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by the Atlantic Ocean. I also have other properties in various parts of the world. Most of my assignments take place in Mexico, Brazil, and Cambodia. I own compounds in all three countries. Why rent when I can own?
I have taken what I wanted my whole life. Nothing would change that now. I’ve just never snatched another human being for a play toy. I tilted my head back, laughing.
Even I know what I am doing is on the borderline of insanity. There is no way to rationalize it. I have a problem with this chick, and I need to resolve it. I want her, and I will have her. It's that simple; if she doesn't adjust, tough shit.
My Timberlands hit the ground as I exit my car and head to the side of the house. I avoid the mud as much as possible. I don’t want boot prints all over her floors. If I leave behind that evidence, the authorities will know someone went in and kidnapped her.
I’d rather they think she may have gone out for a jog and disappeared. I watch the live feed of her movements.
With the backyard cameras disabled, no one will see me scoping out the place. I am dressed in black from head to toe. There’s nothing but darkness and a shadow of the moon back here. The only thing that may glow in the dark are my fabulously white teeth.
I have a great dentist who does wonders with caps. I had my front tooth knocked out a couple of years back during one of my training sessions with a couple of my guys.
You would never know it was permanently screwed into my gums. I wouldn't let a missing tooth affect my handsome features. I watched quietly as the cops dragged that fuckstick out and put him into the back of the squad car.
I can hear her talking to the officers. They asked her if she would be okay. She assured them she would be fine. Her voice sounded a little shaky, but she kept calm. That’s my girl.
She's exactly what I need at my disposal twenty-four hours a day. The thought made my dick shift. I willed it down and focused my attention back on the conversation.
The officer told her it was a brave thing she had done, keeping him subdued until they arrived. They can’t confiscate the weapon because she legally owns it. I am relieved she armed up to protect herself from me.
Imagine the irony. That prick would most likely have raped her, and God knows what else if she wasn't able to defend herself. My blood pressure climbs up a few notches at the thought.
No one will force my pet to do anything she doesn't want to do except me. He would be dead right now if I had gotten here before she managed the situation on her own.
The more I think about what dangers lie out here for my girl, the more I realize she needs to begin a new life with me.
She will be much better off with my protection from the gangster wannabes who seem to gravitate toward her.
They have no idea what it is like to be a real thug. My finances are in tip-top shape.
She will not want for anything. She will just have to get used to my unusual activities.
Once I groom her to be my personal whore, we will get along fine.
The officers left with the perpetrator in their car.
I heard her slam the door and lock it. I zoomed in on her multiple times while she punched in the code. This is going to be an easy break-in.
I'm standing a few feet away from the front of the property. It is too dark and creepy around this isolated area for her. The only noise I hear is the crickets, probably hundreds of them. No one else is here to protect her if something happens. I don’t like that idea one bit.
It makes my blood run cold just thinking about it.
The lay of the land will allow me to snatch her quickly.
I watch my phone, following her around the house. She is visibly upset; I can see her trembling and shaking while grabbing a glass of wine from the kitchen—my poor pet.
She should shake only for me, no one else. I can hear her calling for Tuna. He finally showed himself. She picked him up, cuddling and kissing him on his furry orange head. I almost felt jealous of the goddamn cat!
I want—no—I need her to crawl to me, to satiate my kink. I smiled because I knew she would eventually beg for the best and worst parts of me. She grabbed the gun and headed upstairs. I watched her walk into her bedroom and put the weapon in the nightstand.
What a good girl.
She peeled her denim shorts off, leaving her in just a pair of panties and a tee shirt. She crawled into bed with her tabby. I felt my jeans tighten around my cock from just looking at her bottom. It's so round and perfect. I’m going to fuck that ass many times.
I dismissed the intrusive thoughts from my mind. I need to focus on the task at hand. Now isn't the time to have a raging, fucking hard-on when I am about to take the girl away from her ordinary life. She doesn't even know how dull her existence is yet.
I continued watching her, waiting silently until sleep took over. About an hour passed, and she was out. I could hear her cute little snores on my phone. Thank God I possess the patience of a saint, having had to stand out here for over an hour waiting for her to conk out.
She was most likely amped up on adrenaline, and that's why it took so long for her to get to sleep. I can't wait to get my hands on her. I am a lot to deal with at times, but I have an inclination that she will be able to accept whatever I dole out—the good, the bad, and the ugly.
I walked to the front door, making sure I was as quiet as a mouse. The syringe is in my pocket, but I don’t think I’m going to use it. I am too evil; she won't come to me willingly, so I must do it this way.
I don't read too much into my fucked-up head. I've never been what someone would consider normal. I am who I am. Like I said, I don’t have much of a conscience. Only violent criminals who want to kill one another hire me and, of course, the government, which isn't any better.
I punched in the code, opening the door gently while keeping my eye on the phone in case she woke up. She has that gun stashed in the nightstand next to her bed. I don't relish the thought of taking a bullet between my eyes. So far, she is still sleeping soundly.
I crept up the stairs as light as a feather. There were no creaking noises, so there was a much less chance she would wake up. I slowly step into her room, careful not to disturb her while remaining calm. I head to the nightstand and open the drawer gently without making a peep.
She is still zonked out. I remove the gun, quickly slipping it into my jeans, when the fucking cat notices me and suddenly jumps off the bed in a panic, waking my pet up.
I race to hide before she is fully alert.
She sits up, looking around the room, still half asleep.
The girl has no idea I am hidden in the dark, waiting to pounce.