Page 26 of Deadly Sweet

Turns out I have trauma from being locked up for so long, who knew? I’m finding out more and more about myself, some of it I’m not too sure I enjoy.

But Duchess has an amazing therapist that’s been helping me. Okay, for the most part she’s been listening to me talk her ear off and offers advice from time to time. But the best part is that she approves of my bloodlust. She’s so cool.

“I do,” he nods.

Duchess turns to me with a grin. “What do you say, Savvy, ready for your first assignment?”

Excitement hits me like a brick upside the head. “Fuck yeah!” Knowing that so much time has gone by and not one person I’ve set out to kill has died yet is frustrating, but I know Duchess was right in wanting me to be fully trained and ready to go before attempting. It’s made me even more determined to learn everything as fast as I can while also being the best at everything I learned.

If Duchess says I’m ready, that means I can start working on my list.

It’s a list I put together after endless hours of doing research; it’s got names, family members, hobbies... everything you would need to know about someone. Most of it I got with Duchess’ help—she knows a lot more than what I could find on the internet.

“Alright,” she laughs. “Let’s go.”

An hour later, we’rein one of Duchess’ warehouses. There’s a guy strapped to a chair, bound and gagged. Duchess tells me this one sold his daughter, an Omega, to pay off his gambling debt. Unfortunately, by the time Duchess got to the group of girls she was being transported with, she was too far gone and ended up passing away before Duchess could get her medical attention.

She took care of the men involved at the time of rescue. Afterward, she figured out who the girl’s father was and where to find him.

When we went to retrieve him, we found him heading to his car after a long night of gambling every last penny he got for his daughter. He was drunk, so he didn’t put up much of a fight.

It was disappointing, to say the least, but I did get to use a bat to knock him out, so that was fun.

Duchess said his death would be my gift for passing the training.She’s so damn sweet! I’ll have to bake her a cake to thank her.

Another thing I’m obsessed with—baking and sweets. But I prefer candies—lollipops to be exact. Something Duchess finds funny because I guess my scent is candy apples. I’ve tried them, and they are really good.

“Do they all do that?” I ask Duchess as the guy sobs like a little bitch, begging for his life.

“Pretty much,” she replies, looking at me over her shoulder. She’s standing in front of a table lined with various weapons. “Unless they're knocked out or dead.”

“It’s so annoying.” I scrunch up my nose, turning to look at him. “Hey! You! Do you mind keeping your voice down? I’m getting a headache.”

He doesn’t listen, and I sigh.Rude much?Does he not have any consideration for anyone but himself?

“Really, dude?” I step closer, bending over with my hands on my knees so I’m eye level with him. “Don’t make me gag you. If I do, I won’t get to hear the air as it leaves your lungs,” I tell him.And I guess that’s something that would make him sob harder?There’s snot and everything. It’s very unattractive. “Seriously? Aren't you being a little dramatic? I didn’t hit you that hard on your empty head. I hardly even made you bleed. I’ve taken beatings worse than that and didn’t even whimper. What kind of Alpha are you that you can’t even take a measly little hit upside the head with a bat?”

Duchess snorts a laugh. “Come pick your toy, Savvy. See what feels right.”

“Please!” the man screams as I head over to the table. “Please, I'll do anything. Just let me go. You want money, just name how much. I’ll get it for you.”

“Ahhh, yeah, not sure how you're going to do that,” I say, cocking a brow. “Seeing how any money you have left you lost at the casino, like, less than a couple hours ago. Unless you have another daughter you plan on putting up for sale? You would think if you're that bad at poker, you’d stop playing it. Are you stupid? Or do you just enjoy the humiliation?” I grin. “Because if it’s the humiliation you like, I’ll play. Let me see your dick, we can start there, and I can let you know how tiny it is.”

Ohhh, even on the verge of dying, he gets pissed at having his willy downsized.

“Don’t worry.” I wave him off. “I’d rather submerge my eyes in bleach than see your dick.”

Ignoring his sudden mood change from begging for his life to calling me a stupid slut, whore, and every other nasty name in the book, I let his words fuel my fire and peruse the table of goodies.

“So pretty,” I sigh, running the tips of my fingers over the deadly objects. My eyes catch on a pink glittery item. “What's this?” I ask, holding it up.

Duchess smiles. “Press the little button on the side.”

My thumb finds it, and I press it. A blade pops out, the light above us making it shine. “Oooohh,” I breathe in awe. “I like this.”

“Go give it a try.” She nods towards the guy.

I look over at the dude. His face turns pale as I grin, holding the switchblade up. “I wonder—” I start walking towards him. “Would this slice through your throat like butter?”

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