or so
that when Derrick smiled, it meant he was up to something
horrid.
"Kiss each other. Make me believe
it."
I turned and looked at Sophie and
she did the same. We stood in front of one another and she clenched
her jaw. We both sucked in a deep breath as she brushed my hair
from my shoulders. Soft lips lightly touched mine, and then the
kiss progressed into something more aggressive and passionate. Our
tongues wrestled as we exchanged a moment of unexpected romance.
For a few more minutes, we continued to kiss and touch until my
arms found their way around her waist, and hers around my neck.
Before we pulled out of our embrace, we both quietly laughed on
each other's lips, because in that forced moment, we had gotten
lost in one another. She felt safe, freeing, and pulled me away
from the horrible situation I had just experienced.
"Mmm. Very believable, and hot as
hell." Derrick's voice was deep and gravelly. Bastard was getting
off on watching us.
I turned my head, looked at him,
and forced a fake smile. "Anything for you," I said.
"Anything?" he replied.
Sophie interlocked her fingers
with mine and answered back. "Anything."
Though he had just come inside of
me, I watched the erection form in his pants. Derrick moved to us
and ran his fingers through our hair. "You two will make me a very
happy man," he said in our ears at the same time. "A very, very
happy man."
Sophie squeezed my hand tighter,
and I knew exactly what that meant.
We had Derrick exactly where we
wanted him, by the fucking balls.
ABBOT
Sixteen
D errick was never one to
take orders from anyone. In retrospect, I should have seen the
psychotic signs long before anything happened between us. I knew he
was different, I knew he had suffered growing up, but I thought
that it was a phase. That he wanted to seek revenge to fill the gap
in his life . . . until he tried to kill me.
Slowly he became obsessed with
wanting to take girls and rape them, girls who coincidentally all
looked the same. Over the years, my rules had always been the same.
Do not hurt women. Do not hurt the innocent. Hunt the bad. Hunt the
destructive. But he refused to listen. When he kidnapped a
nineteen-year-old girl and kept her secret from everyone for weeks,
turning her into his personal slave, making her perform sexual
favors for him until he was satisfied, it was the last straw. She
wasn't there because she wanted to be, she was forced. When I found
out, I beat him to a bloody pulp, released the girl, and hoped I
had gotten through to him. Wrong.
Once Derrick became angry, he was
known for losing control and being destructive, dangerous even, but
I handled him personally each time.
"I know where your sister is,"
he’d threatened as I walked away from another pointless argument
with him. I quickly turned around, and he pulled his knife on me.
As I moved to him, he threw it, aiming for my heart. Somehow I
moved out of the way, but the knife went into the flesh of my arm.
When I saw blood, a dangerous rage overcame me.
Derrick thought he could stop me,
control me even, make me conform to his rules, but he never fully
fleshed out his ideas or plans. Seemed not much had changed. When I
pulled the knife from the muscle in my arm, I lost a large amount
of blood. The fear of dying never set in, as I chased him and drew
my weapons. Some men heard me screaming after Derrick and helped me
catch him.
After Dr. D sewed me up, I went to
Derrick. I asked him where my fucking sister was, if she was alive,
and who was responsible . . . but he refused to answer my
questions. For weeks, I tortured him. Singed his arm where he had
cut mine until his skin was scarred in the same exact place. Tired
of playing games with him, I promised the two things he feared the
most—drowning and death.
***
My alarm buzzed and flashed KINGS CROSS . Go time. Liam waited for me outside on the
stoop of his townhome. When he got into the vehicle, I saw a file
folder stuffed full with
that when Derrick smiled, it meant he was up to something
horrid.
"Kiss each other. Make me believe
it."
I turned and looked at Sophie and
she did the same. We stood in front of one another and she clenched
her jaw. We both sucked in a deep breath as she brushed my hair
from my shoulders. Soft lips lightly touched mine, and then the
kiss progressed into something more aggressive and passionate. Our
tongues wrestled as we exchanged a moment of unexpected romance.
For a few more minutes, we continued to kiss and touch until my
arms found their way around her waist, and hers around my neck.
Before we pulled out of our embrace, we both quietly laughed on
each other's lips, because in that forced moment, we had gotten
lost in one another. She felt safe, freeing, and pulled me away
from the horrible situation I had just experienced.
"Mmm. Very believable, and hot as
hell." Derrick's voice was deep and gravelly. Bastard was getting
off on watching us.
I turned my head, looked at him,
and forced a fake smile. "Anything for you," I said.
"Anything?" he replied.
Sophie interlocked her fingers
with mine and answered back. "Anything."
Though he had just come inside of
me, I watched the erection form in his pants. Derrick moved to us
and ran his fingers through our hair. "You two will make me a very
happy man," he said in our ears at the same time. "A very, very
happy man."
Sophie squeezed my hand tighter,
and I knew exactly what that meant.
We had Derrick exactly where we
wanted him, by the fucking balls.
ABBOT
Sixteen
D errick was never one to
take orders from anyone. In retrospect, I should have seen the
psychotic signs long before anything happened between us. I knew he
was different, I knew he had suffered growing up, but I thought
that it was a phase. That he wanted to seek revenge to fill the gap
in his life . . . until he tried to kill me.
Slowly he became obsessed with
wanting to take girls and rape them, girls who coincidentally all
looked the same. Over the years, my rules had always been the same.
Do not hurt women. Do not hurt the innocent. Hunt the bad. Hunt the
destructive. But he refused to listen. When he kidnapped a
nineteen-year-old girl and kept her secret from everyone for weeks,
turning her into his personal slave, making her perform sexual
favors for him until he was satisfied, it was the last straw. She
wasn't there because she wanted to be, she was forced. When I found
out, I beat him to a bloody pulp, released the girl, and hoped I
had gotten through to him. Wrong.
Once Derrick became angry, he was
known for losing control and being destructive, dangerous even, but
I handled him personally each time.
"I know where your sister is,"
he’d threatened as I walked away from another pointless argument
with him. I quickly turned around, and he pulled his knife on me.
As I moved to him, he threw it, aiming for my heart. Somehow I
moved out of the way, but the knife went into the flesh of my arm.
When I saw blood, a dangerous rage overcame me.
Derrick thought he could stop me,
control me even, make me conform to his rules, but he never fully
fleshed out his ideas or plans. Seemed not much had changed. When I
pulled the knife from the muscle in my arm, I lost a large amount
of blood. The fear of dying never set in, as I chased him and drew
my weapons. Some men heard me screaming after Derrick and helped me
catch him.
After Dr. D sewed me up, I went to
Derrick. I asked him where my fucking sister was, if she was alive,
and who was responsible . . . but he refused to answer my
questions. For weeks, I tortured him. Singed his arm where he had
cut mine until his skin was scarred in the same exact place. Tired
of playing games with him, I promised the two things he feared the
most—drowning and death.
***
My alarm buzzed and flashed KINGS CROSS . Go time. Liam waited for me outside on the
stoop of his townhome. When he got into the vehicle, I saw a file
folder stuffed full with
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