Page 2 of Brutal Bond

Stomping on the clutch and shifting, I press the accelerator further to the floor. The speedometer quickly climbs to 163 miles per hour.

A deep, gruff voice comes through the speakers. “What’s the matter? I thought you liked it fucking rough.”

My blood boils, and heat floods up my neck and over my face. Every bit of me shakes–not with fear, but pure unadulterated rage–and I violently squeeze the steering wheel as I yell into the Bluetooth, “You’re a fucking dead man.”

Five more miles.

Every strike I listen to her endure causes me to flinch. Hit after hit, her screams and grunts slowly diminish until there’s nothing but silence.

Absolutely terrifying silence.

CHAPTER

TWO

EDMUND

About Two Months Ago

Sitting at my desk, I aimlessly scroll through women on a fetish dating app.

What a last desperate fucking resort!

Blonde—pretty, obnoxiously fake tits.

Swipe.

Brunette—fucking stunning, seeking a Daddy.

Swipe.

Brunette—perfect tits, domme.

Ha!

Swipe.

I’ve found a few that are pretty—absolutely gorgeous even—but not one that is into my brand of kink.

While the women Liz procures for me are always willing—or at least subservient enough to take what I give—these women don’t seem like they would fit that same bill.

I’m about to close the app when a text from Grant pops up on the screen.

GRANT

Detective Asshole is on the hunt again.

Fuck, he’s determined to ruin everything.

And ensure we’re all in prison for the rest of our lives.

Party is on.

I need to fuck someone.

To mark someone.

To watch them enjoy my pain.

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