Page 97 of Stalker

There were two kinds of people in this world.

Good.

And evil.

I knew where I stood and had never truly attempted to be anything else. After all these years, I was still surprised I hadn’t been captured because of my crimes.

Not that I’d ever cared.

Nothing in my life had brought me happiness, including the money and glorious objects. Neither had sexual relations or business acquaintances. Even reconnecting with my brothers had only provided limited satisfaction, certainly not peace of mind.

I’d had nothing to live for.

Until now.

Only my beautiful Lady Butterfly was being threatened because of something I’d done. I’d been foolish if not stupid to think I could glean some of her goodness and only destroy David. My instinct had told me otherwise, but I’d tried to fit into the mold she wanted to paint me in.

She’d been attacked on the street.

I’d been unable to stay away, coming back to town and immediately following from her office to her late lunch. I’d wanted to cut the man right there, but it was too public and I’d would have needed to do so without taking any time with the deed itself.

After attacking Cassandra, David had finally ended up at a bar, the fucker feeling sorry for himself. Well, if he hadn’t fucked the wrong woman then he wouldn’t be in this place. It had been easy to hack into his computer with help from a very nice, highly skilled girl at Blackwell.

It had taken her all of ten minutes to discover what I’d needed to crucify him. Plus, there’d been extras. David the idiot had indulged in several affairs with older women. And they’d given him lavish gifts in exchange. A very bad boy indeed.

I could honestly not give a shit about his extracurricular activities, except he’d attacked the wrong woman.

My woman.

She was mine.

The moment he’d laid hands on her, I’d tossed out my moments of reflection and indecision. She belonged to me and anyone who dared touch her would face the devil himself.

I grinned as I eased from the Jeep, watching as he pulled into the fancy secure parking lot. As I tugged on the gloves, I watched as he stumbled from the driver’s side, dropping to his knees. Ouch. That must have hurt.

Not nearly enough.

At least I’d have a chance to feed my beast. Maybe that would bring some peace and quiet to my mind for a little while.

If not…

I smirked and walked away from the Jeep, heading across the darkened street. He had no clue I was following him. I remained in the shadows, waiting as he punched in his code on the secure front entrance. He tumbled in and I caught the door just before it closed, waiting for a full minute before heading inside. While he took the elevator to his condo on the third floor, I used the stairs, taking them two at a time.

I made it before he did, crowding the wall as he headed toward his door. He dropped his keys and I almost struck, but given it was barely after midnight, I was well aware I could have company and that was something I wasn’t in the mood to deal with.

He moved inside, barely pushing his door closed. I caught it as well, but he didn’t appear to notice or to care that he’d left it unlocked.

Perhaps because he was about to be sick.

While he rushed off to the bathroom, I closed the door behind me, moving into his lavishly adorned living room.

I had to give the man credit. He had very nice as well as expensive tastes.

All those generous gifts of money, trips, and even his high dollar Mercedes were also reflected in rare works of art. Maybe I’d need to get rid of my German vehicle. I certainly didn’t want to be associated with scum like David Foster.

The sounds he made were annoying, but at least he’d empty his stomach before I got to him. When I was certain he’d finished retching, I headed toward the bathroom.

As the son of a bitch clamored up from his position in front of the porcelain throne, I moved quickly, jerking him all the way up by his hair.

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