With a nice cash withdrawal, I make my way back to the car, ensuring I’ve tucked the money safely in my bag. I throw it in the backseat of the car and drive off. It’s not much, but it’s more than any man normally carries, which is why I’m careful not to run into any police by driving cautiously.

  My girl doesn’t know about this money. She thinks I’m a poor salesman, and I’d rather keep it that way. Fuck, if she knew I was carrying this much cash, she’d try to pry it from my fingers. She’d probably even go as far as to rake it from underneath my dead body, that money hungry bitch.

  Nope, no way I’m ever going to tell her what I really do for a living. Besides, it’s too complicated and too many things at once. I’m what you call a jack-of-all-trades. If they want me to kill, I kill. If they want me to sell drugs or torture someone, I will do just that. I don’t care what or where, I will get the job done, which is why people like to pay me.

  Don’t judge me. I do what I must to survive.

  Besides, it’s not like I’m the only one with a questionable profession. My girl isn’t a saint, either. She works at a strip club where customers love to take pictures of the women, including mine. I don’t mind, it’s not like they’re competition anyway.

  Unless, of course, she tries to fuck them. In which case, I will bury them alive.

  Don’t fucking touch my girl. I don’t love her, hell, I don’t even fucking like the bitch, but her pussy is mine and no other man will get between those legs. Ever. Which is also one of the reasons Phillip Starr is now dead.

  I park my car close to the building and go up to my apartment. When I reach number fifteen, the door is open.

  “What the …”

  I tread carefully through the door, trying not to make a sound. I don’t know what the fuck happened here, but I sure as hell won’t be caught by surprise by some burglar. The curtains are closed and the lights are off, which turned the living room dark. I find the light switch and flip it on.

  What I find in the middle of the room shocks me so much that I throw my keys so hard they make a hole in the wall.

  “Fucking hell!”

  My girl is tied up in a chair, her head hanging, showing no sign of life. I rush to her side and press a finger against her neck. No pulse.

  “Fuck!” I fish in my pocket and take out the Swiss Knife I always carry with me and cut through the ropes that bind her, which turn out to be the ropes that kept the curtains together. I grab her lifeless body and place it on the ground. That’s when I notice the foam bubbling out of her mouth.

  “Oh, fuck no …” I mumble, pressing my hands on her chest.

  I start pumping, using both hands to push down on her ribs. However, nothing seems to jumpstart her heart. After a few minutes, I give up and sit down with my head resting on the chair, sweat drops dripping down my back. Panting, I throw the knife on the floor and growl.

  She’s gone. I might not have loved her, but she lived with me for quite a few weeks, and I did actually enjoy her presence, unlike most women I spend time with. I can’t believe she’s gone. I might actually miss her. I didn’t want her to die. It wasn’t her time yet. Someone killed her, and it wasn’t me.

  Fuck that. I know who it was and what it was. She was poisoned, and from the smell of it, I know exactly where it was taken from.

  I get up from the floor and search through the cabinets in my kitchen, throwing aside all other herb pots. I don’t even care that they break apart on the floor, leaving a mess, as I fly through the cabinets looking for that one fucking bottle. The same bottle I used on Phillip Starr.

  That one bottle is now gone.

  And I know exactly who took it.

  I know she saw my license plate, but fuck, I didn’t think she’d actually go for it. I thought I scared her enough. Guess I was wrong. Fuck! I fucking hate her. She fucking dared to step foot into my house and murder my girlfriend? She’ll fucking pay for this. I’ll make sure of it.

  Rage boils up inside me, consuming me whole, as I roar out loud. “Vanessa!”

  CHAPTER 13

  VANESSA

  A few days later

  The toaster dings, and I take out the toast and pour coffee into the mug, then bring it to Arthur on a tray. “Here you go, honey.”

  “Thank you,” he says, smiling broadly like the lucky fucker he is. Finally, someone who’s grateful for everything I do. Arthur is just the man I need in my life. Trustworthy, reliable, and humble. Not the type of man I usually go for, but it’s certainly a breath of fresh air.

  I go outside and get the mail from the mailbox. Inside, while drinking a cup of tea, I open the letters.

  “Oh, look!” I say, holding up the one I’m reading. “It’s from my lawyer.”

  “What’s it about?” he asks.

  “They’re finally allowing me access to Phillip’s funds.”

  His jaw drops. “Does that mean …”

  “Everything is mine!” I say, smiling. I’m so happy; I could burst into tears.

  “Now you can invest it in your study. Your business. Maybe even your acting career,” he says.

  “I know, right? Finally … it’s time for me,” I say, wiping away a tear while Arthur gets up from his seat.

  “I’m so happy for you,” he says, as he hugs me tight.

  I’m still smiling like crazy as I open the next letter, but this one instantly wipes the smile off my face and punches me in the stomach as well. My hands shake as I read the words out loud.

  I’ll come for you, Princess. One way or another, I’m going to get you … and when I do, be ready to run hard and fast.

  Because I know what you’ve done.

  Love I hate you to death,

  Phoenix

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  STALKER

  The Stand Alone

  Fuck me once, I'll fuck you twice … then I'll bury you.

  No prison can keep me from seeking revenge. Especially when it comes to her.

  She, the woman who put me in jail.

  I swore that I’d come for her, to claim what belongs to me: Her life.

  I’m not a good man. On the contrary, I love to be bad. It’s in my veins. Just like it’s in my veins to ruin her.

  She’s an actress, pretending to be a saint, but we both know that isn’t true. One way or another, she’ll pay for what she did.

  I will hunt for her. Make her fear me. Make her body mine.

  Bad deeds never go unpunished … And I always go out with a bang.

  WARNING: This book is a DARK ROMANCE STANDALONE - it has a non-conventional ending. This isn't rainbow sprinkles & unicorn fluff. It's a dark, thrilling journey of two people clashing over love, lust, and hatred. Heed the warning. Contains graphic violence, alcohol, drugs & other disturbing content.

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  ABOUT CLARISSA WILD

  Clarissa Wild is the USA Today Bestselling author of FIERCE, a college romance series, but she's best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, the Doing It Series and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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