Julian

I watch in the shadows as the beautiful blonde that's haunted my every nightmare glides her knife across some guy's cock. The precision of the way she carefully cut it off his body, had my own cock hardening. I'm not sure what I expected to see when I saw this little bruja break inside this man's home. I sure as fuck didn't expect to see her murder a man in cold blood. I sure as fuck wouldn't have thought I'd get hard at the way she's extracting her form of revenge.

Jealousy courses through me at the simple fact that her hand is wrapped around another man's cock, bloodied or not. I don't fucking like it, and just the fact that I don't like it is fucking bothering me. I don't get jealous. I'm not even sure what she may have seen on his phone, but the disgust and anger that radiated off her, makes me assume he got what he deserved.

I move further into the shadows as I watch her toss the limp dick into the open fire in front of the bed. I watch as her smile grows the moment she walks away, it's as if it's in slow motion like she was walking away from an explosion of her making. I wait a little longer in my hiding spot before I decide to walk out.

I wasn't going to follow her here. I didn't plan on tailing her the moment she walked out of the Dominguez estate. But there was no way in hell that I was going to sit there and create scenarios in my head of her meeting up with random men and getting fucked within an inch of her life, or at least that's what my mind came up with.

I walk over to the dead body and pull my phone out of my pocket, taking pictures of the depraved acts she had just committed.

Evidence or blackmail, I have yet to decide.

Picture after picture, my mind goes back to that little witch and the way she killed him. I memorized every second of the altercation, and the way the blood spattered as she very carefully stuck her knife inside him. It was erotic as fuck, like watching fucking porn. But it also fueled an anger inside me for him even being near what's mine .

"Donald, Donald, Donald. What am I fucking doing? You know. I don't normally act like a jealous horny fucking teenager. This normally doesn't do it for me. But fuck, watching her cut your cock off was pretty hot. Sorry, bud. Well, it's not like you'll need it anymore." I look down at his corpse like he'd respond at any moment. Shaking my head, I pull up the text messages on my phone and send a message over to my favorite cleaners.

Me : Pick up. 146 Crystal Hills. 1 male.

Parker : On it.

I don't understand what she's thinking just leaving a dead body behind. That's why we fucking have cleaners to tie the bow on a perfectly wrapped present and make sure to close all the small details like the fact that people will look for them, to make it look like they just disappeared like the way they do to the bodies.

Parker has been my most trusted cleaner for the longest time. We found each other through mutual associates, it's mostly always secretive. I pay him for his service and he stays out of eye sight. I've never seen him; I've never communicated outside of a text message. Shaking my head at the inexperience my girl has, I pull up Ry's number to be sure I can get a tracker placed on her just in case she has a need to kill again. I'll have to teach her a thing or two.

", what do you need?" Ry answers, there's never any pleasantries with him. He's always straight to business.

"I need you to add a tracker to Sierra's devices for me," I blurt out, scowling at the eagerness in my tone.

"Uh, why?" he questions as I walk myself out of the house before Parker arrives, and get to my car before I respond to his question. The sounds of his computer echo in the silence, I always welcome the white noise that comes from his side of the phone.

"Since when do you ask questions? Besides the fact that she's Catalina's best friend and they were recently just abducted. I don't think I need more of a reason," I argue.

He laughs, to the point he's fucking wheezing, what the fuck does this asshole know?!

"Tell me, before I hunt your ass down. You know something." I seethe, pissed that he knows something I have yet to discover about her.

"You already know. You watched her, didn't you?" he says nonchalantly. It's always creepy how he does that, like he has eyes everywhere. Which, granted he does but it's still fucking creepy.

"How long have you known?" I ask him, generally curious to know how long she's been at this.

", wake up. This is me. I've known since the day fucking one, before the news named her the Slasher." The name registers, I remember hearing about the two dead bodies that were found. I never would have expected that it was Sierra.

"Fuck, and you couldn't tell me before?" I scowl, annoyed that he kept her secrets.

"So, you could do what exactly? I've been making sure she's good and that she doesn't get caught," Ry says dryly like the conversation is starting to bore him.

"Motherfucker, I could have made sure she wasn't leaving dead bodies everywhere. I appreciate trying to protect her, but she needs to play this smart," I blurt out, like I fucking care about her. I don't. It's because of her ties to Catalina. That's all. I am not getting jealous of my best friend, or of the fact that he knew this part of her before I did.

Do I need a best friend? Fuck.

"Tell me the next assignment she chooses," I demand and hang up without so much as waiting for Ry to answer.

The remaining hour is a blur as cars speed past me, with my mind still on the way her smile lit up her dark irises of blue the second she walked away. My mind is busy with the events and reliving the metallic scent of blood and her cinnamon perfume that still lingers around me even though there's miles of distance between us.

The streets are surprisingly quiet this time of night, granted it is almost 4 a.m. when I park across the street of the Butterfly. The thoughts of her are probably why I ended up here instead of driving back to my own house or even the Temple with all the sexual frustrations, but the way she handled the knife was like she had written me a fucking love note, one that she didn't mean for me to find.

Turning off the car and turning on the jammer to make sure that she can't see that she has a visitor, I slowly exit my car and walk up to the back entrance following the same movements I did the other night I broke in. Every movement is carefully calculated, and wordlessly accomplished.

Breaking in is easier this time, the door opens instantly as I turn my lock picks. Slowly, I creep inside, and make my way up the stairs. My annoyance slowly rises when I walk inside her bedroom to find it completely empty. Where the fuck could she have gone?

I reach for my phone; the faint sounds of moans redirect my attention. I step closer towards the sweet music escaping the lips from this siren. I'm completely hypnotized, the way a sailor would be out at sea. The bathroom isn't fully closed, there's a small opening that showcases the glass door of her shower perfectly. The steam fills the room and the droplets that cover the glass door barely allow me small glimpses of the blonde brujita. What I can see is her silhouette bent over, rocking back and forth. It looks like she was getting railed from behind but there is no one behind her.

Thank fuck for that otherwise that fucker would be a dead man.

I squint trying to get a better glimpse at what she's doing. Is that a fucking dildo? The realization causes a mixture of emotions to build inside me. I'm turned on and fucking jealous that it isn't my cock she's bent over for. Her moans get louder, I can tell she's on the verge of her orgasm as her pants and screams grow louder. I gently place my hand on the doorknob, ready to make my presence known just so I can drag her to the bed and fuck her the way I want to. The way I know would help relieve the tension she so desperately needs.

"," she moans softly, her voice barely a whisper as she repeats my name in between gasps. I pause my motions, every part of me on fire with the way my name leaves her sinful lips. My cock is painfully hard and throbbing in the same intensity that my heart is beating. I hold back the demon that is threatening to come out and play.

Licking my lips at the salacious thoughts of her taking every inch of my cock again has me on the verge of taking my cock out. I rub my palm over the bulge, the way the thin material of my briefs moves against my cock has the pre-cum leaking from the slit of my crown.

Sierra is now standing; from her blurred images she's caressing her body slowly as she stands under the shower head. I hate that I can't see her clearly. All I can think about was the way her pussy milked my cock earlier today. I grit my teeth at the fact that she's washing us off her body. I want to barge in and mark her all over again.

I slowly back away, hoping that I can somehow reel back the monster threatening to escape. I don't think she'll survive me. At least not yet. So, I reluctantly walk away and head back down the stairs. Soon, little bruja.