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“Shut your fucking mouth, bitch.” I turn back to Niko. “Are you in or out? You’re fucking with my lighting standing there with the door open.”

“Oh, I’m in. I’ve always wanted to watch you work.”

I laugh. “Fine. Just a head’s up though. I don’t do butt stuff.”

Niko chuckles and shuts the door. Then he leans against the far wall, his arms folded over his chest. I turn back to Lana, stalk across the room, and pull the blade from her wrist. Blood spurts from the wound and sprays my chest and face. She howls, her cries sending chills over my skin like sparks from a live wire. My dick is rock hard, and I wipe my hands in her blood on my chest and paint my face with it.

“Well, fuck. Looks like I hit an artery. This is gonna go a lot quicker than I’d hoped.”

I dart forward and grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger. She flinches, but she’s already losing consciousness. I lean in and lick the tears from her face, one side, and then the other. I savor the salt on my tongue and then trail my knife along her cheek. Blood wells against the blade and I push a little deeper until her flesh splits open like rotting fruit. She squirms and jerks away, but she’s not going anywhere, and neither am I. Not until this bitch takes her last breath and I know Arie will be safe.

I lean in and whisper as I slice through her other cheek, “Smile, you fuckin’ cunt.”

I run the tip of my bloody blade down her abdomen, and then across the silvery stretch marks. With a wet slosh, her guts spill out onto the floor at my feet. Long sausage links of thick intestine and bowel dangle from her limp body and I take a step back and survey my handiwork.

“Jesus,” Niko says.

“You know the worst part about having to off this bitch?” I glance back at Niko, who hasn’t so much as paled, though there is a fine sheen of sweat beading his brow. “She gave a fuckin’ great blowjob.”

“Jesus, you’re not planning on defiling her too, are you?”

“Nope. Dead is not what gets me hard.”

“Just the torture part.” He laughs, but it’s devoid of humor. “And ... the pretty young thing waiting for you back in your room.”

I glare at him. “I’m gonna need the prospects, a plastic barrel big enough for a body, and a literal dick ton of Hydrofluoric Acid.” I pat Niko on the shoulder as I walk by. “Lucky you chose a room with a drain, huh?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Viking

I’m covered in thatbitch’s blood. It decorates my face like war paint. I’m hard as fucking nails as I walk through the clubhouse to my room. Upstairs, I open the door and kick it closed behind me. Ari lies on the bed, the sheets rucked up around her naked legs, an oversized hoodie dwarfing the rest of her tiny frame. Her cheeks are flushed pink, and she bites her lip and sets her book down on the mattress beside her. I glance at it. A half-naked man covered in tattoos graces the cover.Another fucking biker romance book? Gods. I can only imagine the shit CJ is filling her head with.

“Did you kill her?” Arie’s voice trembles as she says the words. I dart my gaze back to her as she crawls across the bed and sits with her knees tucked under her.

“I did.”

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