Page 3 of Stalker

“Just breathe,” he reminded me. “This ain’t over with yet. You have rock solid evidence, two witnesses, an escaped victim willing to talk even though she’s terrified, and four police officers who will corroborate the non-tainted evidence. You got this. We just need to smile and wait as the defense attorney tries to spin the press. Then we swoop in and beat his ass.”

“Maybe literally, the worthless prick.” How could a murderer be painted as a mystery man, sexy and enthralling? Oh, yes, the damn press. I moved around the corner, finally noticing just how late it was. “I mean, how can you glorify a man who selects their victims then stalks them for days, weeks, including invading their homes? At night, for God’s sake. He even leaves them a little souvenir of his visit. A rose. An expensive chocolate nugget. That’s right before he strikes, raping and killing them? It’s insane.” If I mentioned his methods of torture again, I might go mad.

“I know. I get it. The jury will too.”

“Sure, they will. If we can ever get to trial.”

There was no one else working in the building, it seemed. I was late, caught off guard by the defense attorney’s call. My boyfriend… correction, my fiancé would be none too thrilled that I was arriving almost an hour after we’d agreed. I’d taken a cab, paying the guy extra to rush me here, but the damn traffic had been horrible.

Usual Chicago traffic.

My brilliant friend chuckled. Cash Reynolds was not only second chair in the terrible case I was attempting to prosecute, he was also one of my best friends. At least he could tolerate my raging mood swings. Being a prosecutor could do that to you.

I noticed David’s door was partially open. I only hoped the restaurant had held our reservations for a tiny bit longer. If not… I rolled my eyes and made my way to his office. David Foster was meticulous with everything in his life. Once upon a time I’d found the trait endearing.

“We start early tomorrow and hit the ground running.”

“Tomorrow is Saturday, oh, boss woman. Unless you’re suddenly become a slave laborer, you might want to rethink forcing me into the office bright and early in the morning.”

“Oh, shit.” I opened the door, expecting David’s intense scowl or his typical berating words.

What I found instead was picturesque. At least compared to brothels and old boys’ clubs.

Something dark and dangerous stirred in my loins, making its way like a poisonous spider into my brain.

“Well, shit,” I growled again.

“You just said that. I get it,” Cash said.

My friend had warned me. Correction, my three besties had all but begged me to toss David to the curb. I guess I should have listened. Right now, my mind had shifted into another plane, something that included throwing a violent tantrum while another part of me was suddenly still inside.

That usually meant the female demon inside of me was ready to crawl out of her lair. When she did, people suffered, although until this moment the brunt of her wrath had been directed toward criminals.

Not tonight.

“Cash, I need to go. I’ll talk to you later.” I shoved my phone into my purse, doing my best to shove the instant haze from my eyes. I was amazed at the singsong sound to my voice.

There was nothing like seeing your fiancé balls-deep in a woman’s asshole.

Or hearing her moaning how good his cock felt violating her forbidden hole.

It was funny how my first thought was about how many times he’d refused to fuck me in the ass. He’d called it a disgusting act. Now, he was…

Don’t watch. Turn away.

My inner voice obviously didn’t know me well enough.

Almost instantly there were vile thoughts racing through my devious mind. There were few perks in my profession, but after being forced to face that my fiancé, who’d only three days before had asked for my hand in marriage after confessing his undying love, was cheating on me, I was glad to have learned all the ways to gut a man.

Instead of acting on my inner darkness, I grabbed my phone and took three very provocative pictures. It was interesting how neither my ex-pig nor the woman he was fucking had realized they were no longer alone.

I finally had to clear my throat.

“Well, I guess the engagement is off.” I was quite proud of the lilt in my voice.

Now the shock rushed in, both parties jerking up from his very expensive exotic wooden desk. I remembered how the two of us had searched several prominent furniture stores until he’d found the right piece that conveyed his power.

At least his limp dick appeared ashamed even if the anger blooming across his face didn’t.

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