Trusting Nicole (The Last Hangman MC #4)(29)

I disgust myself.

I step into the room. It’s dark, cold and humid. There’s one single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Sometimes I wonder if it’d be better to have brighter lighting, then they’d see the blood that covers the floor and walls. Maybe that’d help them speed up their decision to talk, but then where would I get my fun.

I go through the same routine I always do. I disappear into a small corner room and change into old jeans and boots, nothing else. I want them to see their blood splattered all over my body.

I walk towards my new victim and take off their blindfold.

“P-p-please don’t kill me.” He stutters. Good, he’s scared already.

“Who talked about killing? I’m only here to get the truth out of you.”

“W-what do you want to know?”

“What do the Disciples want?” I stand in front of him and let him see me, the tattoos, the scars. He has no idea that I’m the last thing he’ll ever see.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he whines.

“Good. Let the fun begin.” I smirk and land the first blow, the first of many.

I hate doing this.

I love doing this.

I disgust myself.





CHAPTER 9




Nicole

I’m still working on my Italian Art History revision when I get a text. The ping makes me jump as I was, for once, completely focused on my course. I smile when I see it’s from Jase.

Jase: Can I come over?

Me: Yes. Everything okay?

Jase: Need to see you. Did you have dinner yet?

Me: No. Bring pizza, please?

Jase: Pepperoni and extra cheese?

Me: You know me?

Jase: I do. See you in a bit.

My smile grows, I get to spend another evening with him, but for some reason I have a bad feeling. He never asks if he can come over except when I was in Grambling but he never said he needed me, ever. Either he’s realized he’s madly in love with me, which I doubt, or something bad has happened. I’m leaning towards the latter. I sigh to myself and get back to finishing my current chapter. I need something to do so I don’t overthink and drive myself crazy imagining things, as I usually do, whilst waiting for him.

I jump and scream as I look up and see Jase standing up on the other side of the table, holding a pizza box and a six-pack of beer, looking amused.

“You jerk, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” I hold my hand to my chest, willing my heartbeat to calm down.

“Sorry, you were just too adorable.” He chuckles and sets everything down.

“Adorable?” I raise my eyebrow at him.

“Yeah. The studious schoolgirl is not how I pictured you.” He smiles as he sits next to me.

“Oh really, and how did you picture me?”

“Hmm, let’s see. Lying naked, legs spread, glasses, stockings and garter belt in my bed.” He shrugs.

“You’re a perv.”

“Yes, and you love it.” He smirks and leans over to kiss me deeply. He pulls me so I’m straddling him and holds my body flush to his. I moan into the kiss.

“I do.” I pout as he cuts the kiss short way too soon.

“How was your day?” He pushes a strand of hair back that’s fallen from my messy bun.

“Uneventful. Spent the day studying for my finals. Yours?” I link our fingers and notice the state of his knuckles. “What the f*ck happened?” I look between his hands and his beautiful face.

“Uneventful too.” He shrugs.

“Yeah, your hands weren’t like that when you left this morning. Don’t tell me you had an uneventful day.”

“Okay, a bit of both.”

“Will I have to beat the truth out of you? Because I will.” I ball my hands into fists and hold them up close to my face, making him laugh.

“You really are adorable.” He smiles and caresses up and down my thighs.

“You’re really not going to tell me?” I pout.

“Can’t we eat first? I’ve had a long day and haven’t eaten anything and by the look of this table, you haven’t had much since breakfast.”

“Promise?” I raise my eyebrow.

He tilts his head to the side and gives me the look, the look that tells you not to push it. I’ve seen my brothers do it so many times. I don’t know what’s with men and that head tilt.

“You look like a freaking pug tilting your head and giving me a blank stare like that.” I shake my head and get up.

“It worked anyway. Where are you going?”

“Beer is warm. I have some fresh ones in the fridge.” I peck his lips and take the six-pack with me. I put the warm beer in and take two cold ones along with hot sauce and grated cheese for the pizza.

When I return, I see him reading over some of my notes. “What do you make of my writing, Officer?” I snicker and set everything down. He pulls me on his lap and sucks on my neck.

“I think you’ve got a serious problem with being addicted to sex.”

“Only with one man.” I smile and kiss him.

“He’s a lucky bastard.”

“You think?”

“I know.” He smiles and kisses me softly but with so much passion. It’s different, something’s changed. He’s never this sweet, affectionate, caring. It feels amazing but I’m not sure how I feel about it.