Page 11 of To Have and to Stalk
My father’s favorite golf club dripping red with blood. My father with a matching hole in his head, blood leaking to the shiny linoleum.
I shook my head. Being back in Utah was unearthing a lot of memories I’d tried to bury. I was born and raised here, but up until a month ago, I hadn’t set foot in the state in ten years.
My father was of the same breed of man as Terry.
And also the reason I’m stuck talking to people like Butcher.
My father had delivered a specific service for the Mafia. He made people—mostly women—disappear when they started getting too chatty.
I slid into my car, setting the gun to the side.
Terry and men like him were not my job. This was my…hobby, you could say. My illegal, bloody hobby, of which the Mafia knew nothing about.
I had decided years ago that if I couldn’t leave this world, I would be the opposite of my dad. Rather than making women disappear, I made the men who bothered them vanish.
I ripped off the beard and hat and pulled out my phone to navigate home—or, rather, my home for the next month.
I paused.
“Do not open the app,” I said to myself. “Don’t be a fucking idiot.”
Bibliomaniac.
That was her handle.
“I’m an idiot,” I muttered, reading down to her bio. It was short and to the point.
Casual and no strings attached only. I love romance, but everything I’ve read is fantasy. Looking for someone who wants to turn those fantasies into reality. Some of what I want:
Submissive dynamics
Primal/Prey
Exhibitionism
Free use
CNC
And more
I shifted in my seat, blood rushing to my cock. It was hard to reconcile the woman I’d seen at the restaurant with yolk on her hands withthis.
Free use? CNC?JesusfuckingChrist.Her profile was straightforward and to the point, like she was making a grocery list.
Milk.
Cereal.
Getting fucked without restraint.
I paused, my discarded mask catching my attention. The gun. I couldn’t send her a message. Even if I didn’t have a very specific rule about dating, those were herfantasies. I was the reality.
My visit from Butcher just solidified it.
I wasn’t supposed to entertain these thoughts, let alone act on them. I would be in the Mafia until I died. There was no getting out of this life.
If I fell for someone,reallyfell for them, they would just be used as leverage.
