Page 5 of Bleed (Two Wheeled Psychos #4)

Maps, folders, files, and an array of trash from my snacks are scattered across the small, round, dining table in my apartment.

The single bulb fixture overhead casts shadows through its simple, white shade as I sit under it, leafing through all the information Salvatore was able to get me throughout the day.

When I left the restaurant the large manila envelope had been stuck into my riding jacket that was hung on the coat rack by the door, having most likely been dropped off by one of his disposable goons while I was busy finishing the dinner rush.

When we’re that slammed with work, and the food is flying off the line and out the doors to the dining room, my attention is nowhere else but the tasks at hand and making sure my staff are on their toes to keep up.

Nothing in them looks familiar, and some of the pictures are from other countries, and I’m about to give up and toss them in the trash for being useless when the last one catches my eye.

“The Book Stop huh?” I say out loud to myself, grabbing a packet of sunflower seeds from my basket of snacks that sits amongst the mess. “When was this, that you were literally across the street from our restaurant?”

Scanning the photograph, the date and time stamp in the corner shows that it was the last one taken, just days ago, and in Charlotte, within almost touching distance.

“You are here aren’t you?” I say, crunching on the seeds, dropping the shells on the Formica table top before sweeping them into a neat little pile on the edge. “Good girl.”

It’s an image of her back, her long hair pulled up into a messy bun, her body clad in yoga pants and a tank top, with an open cardigan around her shoulders.

I can’t see what color her hair is, but by the tint of the photo I can imagine its either blonde or a light brown.

It’s definitely not really dark, so a dark red or black are out.

She looks short, but again it’s hard to tell, but what I can see is her arms are full of books. Like a college kid heading to class, she carries a stack of them close to her and keeps her head down.

“Smart girl you are. A distraction and a way to hide from prying eyes. This is gonna be fun.”

Salvatore’s words about me knowing her are in the forefront of my mind as I stare at the photo.

From behind she could be anyone, and I’ve been with a lot of women in my life.

I don’t recognize anything specific about her, but that doesn’t say much.

I can’t even remember the names and faces of over half the ladies I’ve dipped my dick into, mostly because it’s usually only once.

Ever since I lost Dani, the one person in this world who touched the little briquet in my chest called a heart, I’ve only had one-night stands.

I can’t bring myself to open up to another woman after her.

She ruined me, took my soul and crushed it, and in the process made me what I am today, a cold-blooded killer who loves nothing except the motorcycle parked out in the garage.

But, God, when it was good between us, it was perfect.

My perfect mate, or so I thought, one with as much blood lust as me.

The ways I would take her, by force, at the end of my blade was motherfucking euphoric, and she got off on it just as much as I did. Until one day she simply disappeared.

She was beautiful, with dark brown hair and the biggest blue eyes that would flutter so nicely when she came around my cock. Her bottom lip would tremble and her teeth would chatter as she exploded for me, making the scar on her chin that I gave her with my knife vibrate.

Shaking my head I pop another handful of sunflower seeds into my mouth and wipe away the memories of her and all the barbaric things we would do to each other.

Thinking of her never serves me well. It’ll just throw me into a depressive episode, which will turn in to a lust laced violence against someone undeserving of it.

It’s too late though, I can feel myself beginning to spiral.

The need to watch a woman bleed at my hands, cry for me, and weep as I cut her is filling me. I know whomever I pick won’t enjoy it like she used to, but fuck, I don’t care.

Kicking back off my chair, almost knocking it backwards, I sweep the trash and files off the table, knocking everything into the trash can at my side.

“Fuck.” I grunt to myself, as I grab my riding jacket off the couch and storm out the front door. “Fucking fuck.”

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“That’s it sweetheart, scream for me.” I hiss in the blonde’s ear as I pull her closer to me in the alley behind the restaurant.

Her pale green eyes shine in the glare from the streetlamp at the entrance to the secluded area, making them look like little stars in the night sky, all twinkly and beautiful. The tears of fear running from the corners of them just make it so much prettier too.

My cock thumps hard in my jeans, already begging to ruin her, to replace the images in my head of Dani with hers. I won’t remember her face when it’s over, but for now it’ll be a reprieve from the memories of the one that haunts me.

She made it easy to grab her, walking alone at night, earbuds in her ears, music blaring, completely unaware to her surroundings. I only had to follow her for a single city block before I had my opportunity to take her by surprise.

What a fucking idiot. Don’t women have any sense of self-preservation or safety for themselves anymore?

Now under my control, she cries and shakes, her body trembling against mine as I rip off her thin leggings and slam her back against a dumpster.

The hollow sound of skin and bone hitting metal echoes through the alley, startling a stray cat that screeches and darts away between my feet, startling her even more and making me laugh.

“Please, don’t.” She begs, her hands pushing and slapping at me feebly, trying to save herself from what she already knows is coming.

“I’m sorry, but I need you.”

“I don’t even know you.” She cries, her face twisted up in the pain of my roughness and the terror from the evil intentions written all over my face.

“Shhh.” I quiet her, pulling out my knife, showing it to her as I grab her hair and pull her head back.

She freezes, everything stops, all except for the pounding of her heart that I can hear in the otherwise silent night. Her chest stops moving up and down with the ceased breath, the only motion being from the thumping behind her ribs that I can see between her ample tits.

“Please.” She whimpers once her breath returns, and it’s all she can say before I press the tip of the knife to her elongated throat.

My eyes roam up and down her lithe body that’s naked from the waist down thanks to my strong hands and the cheapness of the material of her pants, but her top is still covered, barely, but still. The sight of her makes me salivate and almost forget Dani and her perfect figure.

“This has to go too.” I say, leaning in closer to her, letting my breath wash over her pale face.

The knife makes a quiet scratching sound across her flesh as I drag it slowly to the thin strap of her little, black tank top.

The point catches the elastic material and snaps it with barely a glancing touch, making the top fall down, exposing her left breast. With no bra on underneath, her body shows me its betrayal of her fear with the hardening of her dusty pink nipple.

She screams loudly as I tilt my head forward and bite that hard little nub, pulling her hair harder, keeping her in place with a hefty pull and a knee between her naked thighs. I can feel her heat through my jeans as I sink my teeth into her.

“Mmmm.” I moan into her flesh, her soft breast smothering my face with as hard as I push in to her. “Mmmm yeah.”

It’s all becoming a blur, like it always does when I lose myself to the monster inside of me, fueled by the memories I wish I could forget.

I’m losing the ability to separate reality from the intrusive thoughts that push me further.

Like a completely different person is inside of me making me do these things, and I can’t control him, but do I really want to?

Maybe it is all me and I’m just that far gone, that fucked up.

Probably.

“Help! Help! Please somebody!” She screams over the top of my head, the heels of her palms pushing against my forehead, trying to get me off her, but it’s futile.

I can bite harder than she can push, and I’m already tasting the coppery essence of her blood on the tip of my tongue.

“Fucking shut up.” I snarl against her skin, then shake my head side to side like an attack dog, tearing her flesh, making her bleed more. “You’re making this harder on yourself than it needs to be.”

I don’t have enough hands to fight her into submission, hold the knife, and take down my pants.

She’s more of a wild one than I originally imagined, and my approach is all wrong.

Making her submit by threat of the blade isn’t working.

She’s still fighting me, still causing a scene that could draw attention at any moment.

“Ooohhh.” It’s the only thing that falls from her lips as I plunge forward, driving my knife deep into her abdomen.

She goes still, her eyes wide with shock, her already ashen face becoming whiter as the heat of her insides coats my bare hand. I push harder, making another weak noise eke out of her as her body loses all will to fight and she slumps forward against me.

“Now that’s a good girl.” I say to her, letting go of the handle of my weapon to pull her into me and pet her hair, smearing her own blood all through it. “You’ll be okay. It’ll only hurt for a minute.”

The turmoil in me is dying down as she dies in my arms. I don’t even want to fuck her anymore, it’s just all wrong. I can still see Dani in her, and instead of taking her like I would my ex, now I just want to end her as abruptly as Dani ended things with me.

The woman slumps in my arms. She’s dead weight but not actually dead yet. She’s a strong one, a fighter, someone maybe I could have had a different kind of fun with at some point, but that’s moot now. I need to end her suffering, to take her life away like Dani took mine.

The squelching noises as I pull the knife from her stomach are as loud as the panting breaths bursting from her shivering, blue lips. She curls in, trying to take her hands off me to cover the gaping hole I’ve left in her, but without holding onto me, she falls like a sack of bricks.

Catching her under the arms, I push her up against the dumpster again, holding her in place with a firm grip of her hair in my left hand.

She’s almost gone now, and her eyes are rolling back in her head.

She gurgles little, foamy, pink, blood bubbles from the corners of her mouth and makes weak whimpering noises

“Easy. Here it comes.”

The flesh of her throat parts like I’m slicing a pat of butter off the stick with a hot knife. It opens and the rest of what’s in her spills out in a steady waterfall. It’s messy, dirty, and violent, but at least it’s a quick end to the pain I’ve brought to her in my fucked-up rage and regrets.

“Sorry Dani.” I say quietly as I lift the corpse up and dump her head first in to the trash behind her, slamming the lid closed with a loud bang. “Sorry.”