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“Yessss, I can feel your cum inside me.”
“Fuck,” Whisper moans as his thrusts stutter and he pants, his grip on my ankles tightening. He unloads deep inside me, and a grin dances over my face before my release hits me, cum gushing out of my cock in short spatters that land on my chest and belly.
Whisper slumps forward, burying his face in my neck, and I allow myself this closeness, wrapping my arms and legs around him. His softening cock slides out of me, warm cum gushing out after it, and I can’t fight back the satisfied smile.
My hole throbs from the pounding it just took and that makes me very happy. The man can fuck, and there’s no way this will be the last time. I won’t allow it.
I’ll hunt him down and camp on his doorstep before I let him walk away from me.
That’s a promise.
CHAPTER 8
Whisper
I’ve spent the last hour searching for any link between the murders in the city, but they’re scattered at best. Very spread apart too. Not to mention there’s multiple murders a day, so I have to sort through those with suspects and those without.
I think I’ve finally singled out four similar victims, all matching the same profile—middle-aged, white, found dead in known sex worker hangouts. The other interesting thing about three of the four is they have clean records; not so much as a speeding ticket. One of them was an insurance salesman, another the CEO of a tech firm, the third a manager at a big hardware store. One stands out that doesn’t fit the profile.
He was Cuban and younger than the other murders. Tony Ayala. I dig into his background a little and find a history of arrests for drug charges, some assaults, and a few armed robberies. He spent a little time in prison and was out on parole at the time of his death.
I search for his family, finding nothing initially. After diving a little deeper, I finally locate a sister who lives in New York. She has four kids and a dead husband. I follow that lead and see what else I can find out, feeling like there must be a reason why Tony was a deviation from the killer’s usual profile, but I end up not finding any links that are meaningful. Maybe his murderer knows more about him than the law does.
“What are you doing over there?”
I look up when Ghost walks into the rec room. “Just research. What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing. You looked super intense. I thought something was wrong.”
“Nah.” I sit back in my chair. “Just down one of my rabbit holes. What are you up to?”
He plops down in the armchair near me. “Same shit. I get to take out a rapist tonight though, assuming he shows up to his usual Thursday-night joint.”
“Oh yeah? Anyone high profile?”
“Just some chump. That’s not why he’s got the hit out though. It’s just a perk that he’s a piece-of-shit rapist too.”
“What did he do?”
“Stole from his business partner, fucked the dude’s wife, and spent all the money on fetty.”
“Drug addict too, huh? How did you find out about the rape?”
“He did time for it. Sixteen-year-old girl. His cousin. He was twenty-seven at the time.”
“Disgusting.”
“Yup.” Ghost cracks his knuckles. “I’ll enjoy this one.”
“Nice. So, hey, have you seen any weird murders around? Like, dead bodies out in the open, middle-aged white men?”
“No. Should I have?”
“I think there’s a serial killer in the city.”
“No shit? Why do you think that?”
“I’ve personally seen two bodies that fit the same profile and talked to some kids. The way they described it, the guy was there with intent. He’s all masked up and he leaves the bodies where they’ll be found. Doesn’t take anything except cash, which he hands out to the kids.”
