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Me: Sorry, my stomach is killing me. Really bad case of the shits. Like blowing up the bowl and everything. I’m going to be here awhile. If I leave now, I’ll shit my pants. Go on without me, I’ll get an Uber later.

With a smug grin on my face, I hit the send button and toss his phone onto the passenger's seat.

Pulling out of the back alley, I turn into the little neighborhood in the opposite direction from where his car was parked.

Looking in the rearview mirror at his sleeping body, I sigh. “Time to see what happens when you fuck a crazy bitch over.”

Chapter 26

Caleb

I’m in big fuckingtrouble. That much I know by the way my Omega is staring at me with pure murder radiating from her eyes.

Not really sure why just yet, though.

What I do know is that I’m tied to a chair in a room that I’m almost positive she uses to kill her victims.

I know I shouldn’t be turned on right now—I very well might die here soon—but she’s so fucking sexy.

Oh, and my head is fucking pounding.

The last thing I remember before waking up was smelling her, my cock harding at the sweet candy apple scent.

Then my crazy little vixen chloroformed me.

“Hey, Baby Girl.” I lick my chapped lips as I blink my heavy eyes. “Wanna tell me why I’m all tied up like this? Not that I’m complaining, I told you I’m into anything.” I grin.

“No!” she growls, her hand coming up to point a blade at me. “No trying to distract me with that panty-melting smile. You’re in big fucking trouble.”

“I’ve gathered.” I nod my head. “May I ask why?”

“No.” She narrows her eyes at me. “Because you know why.”

I really don’t. One minute I was at the West Brook Medical Center to interview a nurse for an investigation I’m working on, and the next I’m here.

“How was your day? Did things at the school go well?”

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