Page 70 of Never Die for a Sinner
I don’t fucking like it.
“Your life isn’t the only one in danger.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Marks smirks and steps closer, finally tossing me the folder he’s been holding the entire time. I take it and open it up to the first page.
The blood rushes in my ears when I look down into the soft green eyes in the photograph staring back at me.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
“She’s got nothing to do with this?”
“No,” Marks agrees, though his stare darkens when he looks down at the photograph in my hand. “But do you think they’ll care about that?”
“So, what? You’re threatening her?”
I’ll fucking kill him.
“Not at all,” Marks says. “Though, I think you and I both know that’s never really mattered.”
She doesn’t know I’m here.
Shehasn’tknown I’m here all week. Watching from the shadows. Waiting for her to slip up.
I’ve watched her . . . memorized her routine. I’ve gone through every detail of her life with a fine-tooth comb.
She’s younger than I thought, at twenty-three. The only child of her addict mother, with whom she’s been estranged for some time. Her father was never in the picture, though I already knew that. She lived with her grandmother until six months ago, when she took this job. She graduated from high school with straight As and a scholarship to Brown, where she didn’t attend because her grandmother fell ill.
Her grandmother’s in debt. Massively. Ava’s been covering most of the bills, but she’s falling behind, and now, her grandmother’s spot at the nursing home is in danger.
She works. Visits Gran, as she calls her. Goes for walks along the hiking paths that fill our forest, and otherwise, is a good little girl who follows all the rules.
Ava Ryan has to be the most boring person I’ve ever met.
On the surface.
Behind closed doors, well . . . I already know that’s a lie, but it seems not many know that secret side of her. The one that craves the darkness as much as breathing. Who loves to be chased in the woods and fucked in the dirt like a slut.
I won’t lie and say it doesn’t fill me with a dark sense of joy to know that she’s only bad for me. Only I know this side of the prudish, gorgeous little housekeeper.
Or so I thought.
She’s hiding something. I’m not a fucking idiot, but what I am is patient. I’ve followed her for three days now, but she’s yet to make a phone call, speak to someone, or even breathe a name I haven’t heard.
I just need one name. One, and I’ll have all the evidence I need.
Either she’s lying, or she’s already become a pawn in this game. Either way, I’ll get to the bottom of it.
Ava’s a smart girl. She knows how to hide behind the crowd well. Unfortunately, she’s never been able to hide fromme, and my little ghost will soon come to learn I’m the only one she can trust in this world.
I told myself I wasn’t going to let it get this far, but staring out into the woods surrounding my cabin, I know I can’t stop. I’m too fucking gone.
I can’t get her moans out of my head. Her desperate little whimpers and that sweet voice crying out for me while I made her come.
Not to mention the dirty looks she shoots my way whenever I see her. They’re fucking addicting. She’s exactly what I’ve needed and everything I can’t have.
Until now . . .
