Page 48 of Property of Camo

“Did you hear that? He wants to pay me to let him go, not you. I think you need better taste in men, darling.” Her eyes go wide as she scampers away, but I follow her.

“Oh no, honey, you are not getting away from me. You will die tonight, and so will he.” I lunge, wrapping my hand around her throat, picking her up so her feet dangle off the floor.

Walking toward the balcony doors, I pop the latch, pushing the door open and step out into the chilled air. She kicks and cries, making my blood pump faster, filling my dick.

With my pulsing cock comes a vision of Skyla on her knees, sucking me deep into her mouth, making me both aroused and angry at recent events. The whore takes my lack of focus and tries to slip from my grip on her, but I snap back, growling at her.

Her fear shows clearly on her face, and before she can call out, I act.

Her body goes flying through the air and over the glass balcony. Fading, I step forward and watch as her body lands on top of a car below. The roof of the car explodes, glass shattering everywhere with a bang.

“Well, fuck. There goes my fun.” I shrug and turn to step back into the room.

The man is crawling toward the door, blood drips from his dick onto the white carpet.

“I don’t my own strength sometimes. I mean we supernaturals are powerful fuckers wouldn’t you say?” I sigh, looking at him. “You are making a mess all over your whore’s carpet, compadre.” I chuckle, stepping up behind him.

“Please,” he begs, whimpering.

His crinkly naked ass makes me want to gag, but I have a job to do.

Reaching for my blade, I crouch down behind him and wince seeing his lily white ass in front of me. Before he can react, Ireach for his balls, pulling them toward me, then using my knife to cut them from his body.

He screams as his body collapses onto the floor. The once pristine white carpet is now tainted with the fucker’s blood.

“Stop. Please.”

“See, I bet that your wife once upon a time asked you to stop stepping out on her, didn’t she? Or maybe your boy begged you to stop hurting him and his mom.” I move to stand in front of him and crouch down again.

I see the moment it dawns on him who hired me.

“My son.” His voice shakes, and I nod, smirking.

“Yep. He paid us well to get rid of you, make it bloody, and I got a bonus for taking out your whore. The even bigger cracker is, we get a percentage of the business that you grew from nothing, as your boy runs it from now on. Win-win if you ask me.”

The sound of sirens flit through the open doors and I know my time is running out.

“Such a shame that I do not get to spend more time with you, but I need to go,” I grunt.

Standing to full height, looking down at this piece of shit, I’m thinking that he had it all but he got greedy. Stepping over his body, I grip his hair, yanking back so I can get access to his throat. Ignoring his cries for me to stop, I slide my blade over his throat, watching as the blood sprays anything within reach.

Satisfied that he will not recover from this, I wipe my blade on the rug before placing it back into the holster and leave the apartment.

Fading into the walls, I move past the rushing police, clocking Tate, the fucker who is friendly with Skyla.

I want nothing more than to throat punch this fucker, but I need to move. Using the stairs again, I step out into the cold air. It cools my heated skin as I move toward the old truck.

My dick is still hard in my jeans, and I wish I could go to Skyla to help me out but I know I am the last person she wants to see right now. I fucking hurt her, which I regret.

The past few days have made me see that she deserves better than me, but I am not sure I can let her go and be with someone else. I need to give her space then grovel to her to get her to take me back.

Driving to the clubhouse, I park the truck the prospect takes over, and I know that he will hide it in the back.

Entering the club, music is loud, brothers are drinking, whores are doing their jobs, but none of it interests me. Stepping to the bar, I lean over and pick up a bottle of Jack, before going to find Winger.

Finding him in his office, I step in, making him look up from his computer.

“All good, VP?” I nod, taking a seat.

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