Page 27 of Justified (Ruthless Vigilante #1)

As for Mr. Jingles, he had to be stinking up the place pretty good by now.

It wasn’t like I tried to hide him or my handy work.

I was actually thinking about tipping the police off my damn self.

I wanted him to be discovered, if only to put a jolt of fear into this sick ass murder ring.

Maybe ruffle their feathers a little so they would make a mistake.

People tended to fuck up when they were afraid of being caught.

Even the cleverest of criminals made the right kind of errors by thinking they were too smart for the police.

I hit the expressway, making sure to keep to the speed limit even though I hated doing so.

With as much horsepower as my baby had, it was a sin and a shame to domesticate it.

But I didn’t need any cops pulling me over, so safe was how I played it.

I made it to Nancy’s townhouse in half an hour’s time and climbed out.

She probably wasn’t expecting her girlfriend tonight, but I was sure she’d be happy to see her, and that was going to get me in the door without any issues.

I stepped up to the front door and rung the bell. It took Nancy a few seconds to come, but when she did, she was smiling from ear-to-ear. “Hey, baby,” she beamed. “Come on in.”

I smiled and stepped into her home. Nancy closed the door, then whirled me around by my arm and kissed me deeply, tongue and all.

It was actually only my second time kissing a female.

The first time I had, I was sixteen and experimenting.

It wasn’t my worst experience sexually, but it did clarify for me that I was strictly into dick.

Even now, Nancy was horny. I was sure her pussy was dripping wet at the sight of me by the way she was kissing me, all possessive and shit.

But my nether region had a tumbleweed blowing through that motherfucker.

She pulled back, grinning. “You sexy bitch, why didn’t you tell me you were coming over?”

“Well, I wanted to surprise you,” I said. Boy, she had no idea what a surprise this was going to be.

She smiled and pulled me in closer by my waist. Apparently, Nancy was the top in this relationship. Or butch, or whatever the fuck women called the dominant one. “Color me surprised,” she grinned.

Not yet, you aren’t. “I want to have a little fun with you tonight,” I purred, then reached into my purse and pulled out a pair of furry handcuffs, which I’d purchased for this moment. “Up for a little naughty play?”

Nancy’s brown eyes sparkled with all the lust she was feeling. “You kinky little minx,” she teased, then leaned in, kissing me again. I deserved a fucking Oscar my damn self because I was one hell of an actor, if I may say so. “Fuck yeah. I’m going to eat your pussy like pumpkin pie, baby.”

“I’m going to give you a choice,” I teased back.

I had no intentions of letting her eat a fucking thing on me.

I let her lead me to her bedroom where I intended to handcuff her to the bed, because that was when the real fun was going to begin.

When we got there, she was all over me, snatching off my clothes and everything.

She slipped her hand between my legs, stroking my pussy, and I gasped. Yeah… okay… that had felt good.

“Yeah, you like that, babe?” she asked, then licked my neck.

I didn’t know why I thought lesbians, or women in general, weren’t as horny as men…

boy was I going through a learning curve!

“Yeah,” I said, then pushed her on the bed.

Before I let her get too damn frisky, I needed to take control of the situation.

I climbed on top of her and grabbed her wrists, pinning one above her head.

“I love that you’re so kinky,” Nancy said, grinning and grinding beneath me.

I love that you’re making this so easy for me , I thought.

“You look damn hot right now,” I told her instead.

Anything to keep Nancy’s guard down. I handcuffed her other wrist to the bed, then moved down to her ankles, using the set of ankle bindings I’d purchased.

The whole time I did this, she was getting more and more aroused.

I could see her pussy juices slicking her thighs.

I guessed if I was a straight man, or even a lesbian, I’d be ready to eat some pussy pie, but I wasn’t. No arousal for me. I was all business.

“You better make me cum hard after all this, Mercedes,” Nancy said, giggling.

I pulled the ball gag from my purse and sat on the bed by her head. “I’m not Mercedes,” I said, causing her to frown in confusion.

Then I put the ball gag in her mouth to keep all her screams muffled.

I had a change of guy clothes in the trunk of my car along with my costume, but I thought it best to stay in this form.

She was looking at me, eyes wide, and confusion and panic played on the seesaw in her mind.

You could tell she didn’t know whether to believe that I wasn’t her girlfriend, or if I was her girlfriend, that I was just fucking with her.

“Nancy, your girlfriend, Mercedes, is at home, heavily sedated because I drugged her red wine. I needed to assume her identity to be able to easily infiltrate your home and get you exactly where you are. At my mercy. If you play along, I will let you live, you might even be able to avoid being tortured.” I paused and chuckled.

“I’m talking about real torture here. The kind that fucks with your psyche and leaves scars.

The kind where safewords don’t exist, but submission is expected. I’m very good at it, too.”

I reached over, grabbing my purse and pulling out my favorite filet knife, and her eyes grew wider.

Yeah, her mind was still confused, but panic was definitely taking control.

I needed her to know that I was serious about not being her girlfriend and about being a threat.

So, I leaned over and she started squirming, trying to break free, but those bindings were keeping her in place.

I grabbed her arm, running my finger over her smooth, delicate, and very fragrant skin.

“So soft and flawless, I almost hate to have to mar it, but I need for you to believe that I am not here to play games with you,” I said, then I aimed the blade at her skin and added a bit of pressure as I sliced her flesh.

A thin red line of blood appeared over the wound.

It wasn’t a deep cut, merely a scratch, but enough for her to know that this was no BDSM game.

Nancy whimpered as tears started to flow from her eyes.

“I’m glad I have your attention. Now, I want to know about your employer, Mayor Cecily Danvers.

She has been linked to an illegal site where murder is the game everyone is betting on, including your boss.

Now, I want to know everything you know about her.

This can go really easy for you. It can be painless as long as you don’t try to play me.

” I leaned over her, and her eyes were wide and full of fear as she stared back up at me. “Are you going to play along?”

She nodded. I wondered if she still thought I was her girlfriend, Mercedes, but thought Mercedes was some sort of spy.

“Okay. Now, when I remove this ball gag, don’t scream. That would really piss me off and I might have to cut something off if you do. Nod if you understand.”

She nodded vigorously.

“Good.” I removed the ball gag because I needed her to be able to talk if I wanted to get information from her. I wished I had mind control or at least mind reading abilities. Having those would make interrogating people that much easier. “What can you tell me about the site, The Killing Game?”

She frowned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I sighed, then reached into my purse, removing the truth serum. “Do you know what this is?”

She shook her head.

“It’s sodium pentothal, you may know it best as truth serum.”

She shook her head wildly. “Please don’t!”

“I’m afraid that I must, because you started off with a lie.

I can see it in your eyes that you know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about.

Trust me, I’m doing you a favor by using the serum.

The last motherfucker I questioned about The Killing Game site who lied to me lost some body parts and his life. ”

“Please don’t kill me… I swear, I don’t really know anything,” she pleaded, desperation showing in her eyes. I swear, some women just had a way of looking more vulnerable than men.

“You may not be a member, but I see that you’re not innocent,” I pointed out. I grabbed her slender arm, squeezing it hard enough to bring up a vain.

She whimpered from the pain. “Please don’t. If I tell you what I know, they’ll kill me.”

“Who?”

“Can you protect me?”

Well, it seemed that I didn’t need the serum in the first place if she was willing to talk.

I was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.

I knew from Jordan’s extensive research that she wasn’t a member.

She just worked for the mayor who was. Maybe she felt helpless and just kept her head down and did her damn job.

I pulled the syringe away and released her arm.

“Watch out for her, Eric,” Jordan’s voice came over my com, cautioning me. I didn’t bother responding to him, but took heed.

“You don’t need to be worried about those other guys killing you. You’re in a room all alone with me, I’m who you need to be concerned about,” I warned her.

“I don’t even know who you are,” she shot back, like that was some smart shit to say.

“Bitch, I’m the motherfucker with special abilities, one being the skill to take whatever form I want. I also don’t have a problem with ending a cunt’s life, so you better start talking,” I snapped.

“You’re a fool if you don’t think they’ll find you.”

“Who’s ‘they’?” I asked again.

“How the fuck should I know? They keep themselves shrouded in mystery. I just know they are powerful and untouchable,” she said.