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Without warning, I lunge toward her and shove her against the wall. She’s not wearing a skirt, and for a moment, I debate on whether or not to skip fucking her. That thought quickly fades as I grind my crotch against hers.
I need this, and she’s going to give it to me.
Pushing my forearm across her neck, I hold her in place while I use my free hand to trail my fingertips up her inner thigh. Most men in my position would worry about shit like fingerprints, but not me.
I paid a hefty price for my silicone fingertips, but not having prints to be identified with is necessary in my line of… work.
“Get away from me,” Daphne pleads as she struggles to break free.
“Not yet,” I breathe against her ear. “Not quite yet.”
It takes me less than a second to push my pants down over my hips, tear open the rubber with my teeth, and roll the condom on.
Daphne tries to scream, but my arm is cutting off her oxygen, and no sound escapes past her pretty lips as I roughly yank her jeans and panties down and enter her. A lone tear slides down her cheek which sends a jolt of electricity straight to my dick.
“It’ll be over soon,” I harshly whisper.
And it is… my pleasure and her death come quickly. I’m a man of my word, after all.
Before I can pull out, I’m startled by a bang.
“Daphne! Hurry up,” a female voice calls before giggling. “Our ride’s ready to take us home.” Obviously, there’s no response, and the woman sighs dramatically. “I’ll wait for you by the bar.”
As soon as I’m satisfied that her footsteps have disappeared, I pull out and stuff myself into my pants, making sure the condom remains in place. I unlock the door and peer around the doorframe, ensuring there is no one in sight, and then I pick up Daphne’s limp body and carry her out the back door of Blarney’s.
I’ve honed my craft so much that it takes me less than three minutes to pose her body next to the dumpster and take my trophy. I wait at the tree line behind the building, concealed by the pine branches, for the one thing that tells me it’s time to go.
“Aahhhhhhhhhh!”
The shrill scream enters my ears, and my blood simmers with ecstasy. I bend my knees so I can see through the branches, and if I hadn’t noticed that Daphne was with an identical woman, I’d swear I was staring at a ghost.
Knowing the place will be swarming with cops within minutes, I turn around and stroll through the woods, whistling as I walk. I might have to lay low for a while, which is to be expected, but the anticipation of next time swirls in my brain.
Daphne was number sixteen, and her twin will be number seventeen.
CHAPTER 1
THORN
PRESENT DAY…
“Stand down.”
I keep my gun trained on the child molester sniveling on the floor and glare at Soul. When Jez gave us the intel on our latest sinner, I didn’t want to wait to purge him, but Saints Purgatory MC has a way of doing things, and running into a situation half-crazy isn’t it.
“Pres,” I snarl. “Let me finish him.”
“I will, but not until we’re back at the clubhouse,” he reminds me. “Jez thinks he’s got information on a trafficking ring, and I wanna make sure we get everything we can before he’s purged.”
I bend down and lean into the sinner’s face. “It’s your lucky day, friend. You’ve been spared… for now.”
The man opens his mouth, no doubt to plead for his life, and I palm his face to slam his head into the floor, knocking him unconscious.
“Feel better?” Soul asks.
Straightening to my full height, I turn toward the back of the sinner’s house and stalk through the large room. “Not even a little bit,” I bite out as I push through the door to step outside.
Once I’m at the edge of the property, I walk down the alley and zigzag through some yards until I’m three blocks away where my Harley is parked. The van that our sinner will be transported in is parked in his driveway, but it’s painted to look like pest control so it’s not suspicious. But motorcycles in the upscale neighborhood lining the street? That would draw attention.