Page 56 of Under the Bed

No one will frame me for this murder.

Then again…Shiloh will figure out I did it.

Her soon-to-be-dead friend’s finger will give me away.

She’ll be upset. Outraged. She’ll accuse me of being a murderer. Of not doing what she said, like hiding. Fuck hiding.

And fuck her. In the literal sense.

My cock jerks at the image of her getting riled up and telling me no.

The fire in her eyes. Her fight. She’ll hate me and curse at me, which will be the perfect fucking moment to shove my dick inside her.

For that to happen, I need to get this show underway. I grab a pair of gloves out of the box I threw in here earlier and shove Elron’s Zippo and my new wool hat into my hoodie pocket.

The syringe stays here. That treat isn’t meant for Marina.

I’m about to leave, my hand already on the handle.

It stays there.

The reason Marina is here has revealed itself.

A guy about her height jogs out of a building toward her. He wears a green army jacket, gray sweatpants and has a wool hat on.

She gets out of the car when he knocks on her window, throwing herself at him.

Their lips lock. His hands tangle in her hair and her body presses to his.

In no time at all, he flips her over and yanks her jeans down her thighs.

She’s smiling into the night, offering him her ass while he pushes his sweats down. He takes what she’s giving to him, shoving himself inside her. Pounding her against the car.

This is the second time I kill people while they’re in the act.

My hard-on is as good as gone. My dick is as loyal as I am. There’s only one woman I want to see naked. Only one woman I want to have above me, beneath me, all the fuck around me. And it’s not Marina.

God, I miss Shiloh. She’ll cry again when I put the syringe to good use.

Can’t wait.

I should’ve been out of the car by now. Something must be seriously wrong with me, because I consider aborting my mission. To let them fuck each other undisturbed.

I would, except Marina is all about cockblocking me.

Unlike Val, Marina—whose hair is being pulled as we speak—won’t let me have my sickening ever after.

I say you should have the police put someone outside your home. They’ll arrest him on the spot.

Meddling bitch. She’s earned it.

The guy who’s going to get caught in the crossfire?

Well, well. Whoever said life is fair was wrong.

Dead fucking wrong.

The new boots I got this morning don’t make a sound as I cross the street toward the couple.

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