Page 22 of Stalk Me In The Streets

Dante closes his office door, spinning me around and pinning me to it with brutal efficiency. I can feel the heat of his body at my back—the anger simmering in him as if I stood at the edge of a volcano ready to erupt.

“What did you say?” he asks me, his voice deceptively calm.

Anyone else would think he’s asking for clarification, but I know better… I’ve seen this man slit someone’s throat in a dark alley. He’s a stone-cold killer, and he wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of me if I pose a threat. But I need to try—Jack’s life depends on it.

“I know you’re some kind of vigilante murderer. You killed Max Hart; saw you slit his throat in the alley behind the building.”

He presses into me from behind, and I feel something unmistakably hard press into my back…

For fuck’s sake, he has an erection. How fucked up is he for getting off on this?

“Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it?” His voice is right next to my ear. I imagine him biting it, but I’m not filled with dread or disgust. I’m warm all over, and unsure of what it means, so I ignore it.

“I won’t tell a soul if you do something for me.” Silence fills the room, and I take a deep breath. It’s now or never. “Help me find my brother, Jack Roscoe.”

THE END…OR IS IT?