Page 1 of Killer's Obsession
Chapter One
Killer
I flex my hands and groan at the soreness. I should have taken a break between clients today.
Did I do that, though? Of course not. All I could think about was the money I was making.
I’d been hemorrhaging money left and right with the building of my house. Thankfully, it was almost done.
But, in the last couple of weeks I’d been thinking about having Morph and his crew build a detached garage once the house was done.
Thankfully, business has been insane ever since we reopened. We had to remodel a few months back after the Talons fucked the shop. None of us were happy about being closed the two weeks it took to get the place put back together.
You’d never know how bad it was, looking at it now. New floors, new lighting, new drywall.
The place looks amazing. And with our already prime location on the strip, this has been the busiest and most profitable summer I’ve had since I started slinging ink eighteen years ago.
The shop is quiet now. Everyone cleared out an hour ago except for Dread, who’s finishing up in the next room.
I don’t mind working this late. Gives me time to breathe and process the noise of the day before heading back to the clubhouse.
And now back to Memphis.
Memphis.
My chest tightens at the thought of her.
The way she looks at me with those big, jade green eyes—trusting and hopeful. How she curls up beside me in bed like a little kitten. It’s my own personal hell.
The feeling of my phone vibrating in my pocket rips me from my thoughts.
I hurry to pull it out in case it’s Memphis, wanting to know where I am. But when I get a look at the screen, it’s not her. It’s Morpheus.
I note the time. It’s almost one in the morning. He doesn’t usually call this late unless something’s happened.
Grabbing another paper towel from the roll, I quickly dry off my hands and slide the bar to answer.
“Yeah?”
“We finished laying your tile today,” he says without preamble. “It’s looking really good. I wasn’t too sure about that gray wood-looking plank shit you picked out. But I have to say, it’s kinda cool now that it’s on the floor.”
I grunt my agreement. Although I didn’t pick it out for the looks. It was cheap, and this build has not been anything but.
“Anyhow. I just wanted to let you know it’s done and you can move in next week if you want.”
My eyes widen at this news. I wasn’t expecting it to be so soon. The projected move-in date isn’t until next month. “Next week?”
A grunt of confirmation comes from the other end of the line. “Figured you’d want to know.”
“Shit. I didn’t realize you’d made that much progress.” I run a hand over my faux hawk, feeling a mix of surprise and satisfaction.
Five years ago, I bought that plot of land—twelve acres on the outskirts of town. It’s mostly wooded and completely private. It’s perfect.
My sanctuary in the making, and it’s almost done. Although it feels like they just broke ground yesterday.
“Pays to have our own construction company.” There’s a hint of humor in his voice. “Crews have been working overtime. Chief wanted it done.”
I snort. Of course he did. Chief’s been riding my ass constantly about getting Memphis out of the clubhouse.
