Chapter 6

Cyrus

She was a kid in a woman's body. I closed my eyes because what a fucking body. All the nasty, filthy things I wanted—no, needed to do to her were unlike any other urge I'd ever had.

"Why are you trying to get us killed?" her soft, melodic voice pierced into my dark thoughts.

Emilia Molloy, twenty-one, English and a fucking dark-haired siren with sexy fuck me lips.

My eyes snapped open, and my fingers tightened around the leather steering wheel. I killed men who preyed on women and children. I took my time and savoured every second of it. Emilia was the only person alive who knew about me. If any of my staff were suspicious of my travel trunk, my non-disclosure contract and well-paid salary would alleviate any temptation for them to become nosy. Emilia was old enough to know actions had consequences, but I needed to find out what she wanted from me. I sped up and focused on the road because I wanted to get her home as soon as possible.

Fuck, she smelled so good, and I breathed in her sweet floral scent. I had to get a hold of myself before I got her home. When I accessed her electronic purchases I was shocked to see she had booked a flight to my city, but it saved me a trip to Washington DC to pick her up.

I glanced quickly at her because usually, women chatted incessantly, yet she knew what I was, and she was sitting enjoying the view out of the window as I drove. I felt for the needle inside my pocket because my thoughts were getting darker. The need to scare some sense into her came to the forefront of my mind, and for the first time in days, I smiled.

When I parked the car in my driveway, I didn't hesitate. I stabbed the needle into her neck and watched her eyes widen before a flash of disappointment came over her. I frowned when I saw a small smile touch her lips before she passed out and slumped on the seat. Now, I could stare at her as much as I wanted without feeling her eyes on me.

I grinned and got out of the car to unlock the house doors. I didn't want to bang Emilia's head on the doorframe like I did the others. When I unbuckled her seatbelt, I caught her before her head hit the dashboard. I lifted her out of the car and held her against my chest to take a long sniff at her hair. Its scent was as fragrant as the perfume she wore.

I carried her into my not-so-secret kill room to lay her on the table before I removed her long black jacket. She wore a simple white blouse with a black skirt. I pulled the blouse out of her skirt and ran my hands over her back and front to make sure she wasn't wired or bugged.

As much as I'd wanted to interrogate her in the car, my suspicious nature held me back. I found the fastening on her skirt and slid it down her legs. It took everything in me not to rip her white lace panties off, but I needed her vulnerable and scared enough to talk, not for me to attack her like an animal. I unbuttoned the lower half of her blouse, enough to bare her stomach. Her skin was so soft and unblemished that it felt sinful to even consider slicing her open.

I strapped her in before I left to get her purse and luggage. I wanted to rummage through her belongings. It was only fair since she had violated the inner sanctum of my home. I only gave her a small dose so she would be awake soon enough.

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Her eyes fluttered open, and she groaned as she woke up. I sat beside her, holding a knife in my hand. When her eyes focused on me and my knife, there was no fear on her face or in her eyes.

"Was that necessary?" she croaked out before she glanced down at her almost naked body, but the head strap left the action limited.

"No, but I thought it best for us to have a little chat regarding boundaries," I drawled out.

"With me almost naked and tied down?" she asked as she stifled a yawn.

I frowned at her because she wasn't reacting like a normal person.

Could she be as fucked up as I was?

"Why aren't you scared?" I asked, ignoring her question.

"All the people you exterminated committed crimes against women and children."

"Hmm," I said before I slid my knife under her blouse to cut her button off as I remembered touching her breasts at the airport. "Why did you set up Simon Gall to take the fall for my crimes?"

It was the question that confused me the most. She was in law enforcement, yet she committed a crime. I cut through her remaining button before I glanced back towards her face.

"If I could piece it all together then it was only a matter of time before they caught up with you. You require better planning and execution. It's an unnecessary risk bringing them all back here."

I narrowed my eyes at her.

"How can I improve my services?" I asked sarcastically.

"I made a list for you, but it's on my phone."

I stared at her in shock because she was serious.

Was she some kind of criminal consultant in her spare time?