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Chapter Eight
    Jude
     
    Jude slammed into another prostitute, taking her body before he took her life. She wriggled and moaned beneath him, a film of sweat clinging to her skin. He swallowed his disgust and rammed into her, harder, until she screamed from both pleasure and pain. He groaned. He shouldn’t have chosen her.
    Her hair was not long enough, she didn’t have enough flesh on her bones, and she stank of bubblegum perfume. He had been desperate when he snatched her from a shady bar on the outskirts of Serendipity, a cheap place that reeked just like she did. It hadn’t been planned. He had gone in there just to have a drink.
    When Jude was a child, his father drank every night after work, allowing alcohol to mess with him, and make him do things he didn’t remember the next day. The bastard was never sober long enough to be a father. Only a monster. No wonder Jude’s coward of a mother left them. But that had been her mistake. She had gone off with another man and left him with the monster. It had taken years for Jude’s scars to heal, for the memory of a cracking whip to stop tormenting him.
    That was what Haley didn’t stay long enough to understand. They were more alike than she knew. They both had crappy parents who neglected them in different ways. She should have stayed so they could do things differently. She should have been grateful to have a husband like him, should have started a family, but she was stupid enough to leave him. Even after he had warned her, time and time again.
    He threw his head back and stared at the wall in front of him. The bitch beneath him was doing nothing for him, but thinking of Haley did it every time.
    Everything about Haley turned him on. Her naked body next to his, the way her hair fell like freshly spun silk along the length of her spine to her tailbone. Her tears. Especially her tears, glinting like jewels on her cheeks. He had never wanted to hurt her. His love for her ran deep. She drove him mad with lust in a way even his first wife hadn’t. At first, Haley had been a replacement for Lacey, but she quickly began to hold her own. Their first year of marriage had been exquisite. Then she started hurting him, pulling away, looking at other men, and he’d had no choice but to teach her a lesson she would never forget. He had become addicted to both loving and hurting her. Love and pain complemented each other so well inside his head, inside his groin.
    He wrapped the whore’s ropey hair around his hand and yanked it like a horse’s reins. She screamed, and he pulled harder. He gritted his teeth as a wave of pleasure rocked him. Moments before he crashed into her for the last time, he focused on the image of Haley’s tear-stained face. He focused on the hurt that framed her big green eyes.
    As he exploded, he groaned like an animal in pain, bruised and shattered, neglected yet again.
    With his sexual need satisfied, he wrapped his hands around the woman’s neck while she was still facing away from him. She had seen his face for the last time. He wouldn’t make this mistake again. The next whore he chose would be the spitting image of Haley.

Chapter Nine
    Haley
     
    A knock on the door ripped me from sleep. On instinct, my chest tightened; I thought I was back in Madison, lying next to Jude. Then I opened my eyes. I was still safe on Dustin’s ranch. Jude hadn’t found me. Last night before going to bed, I had done a quick Internet search on the mobile phone Dustin had given me. I wasn’t surprised to find nothing reported about Jude’s missing wife. He clearly wanted to keep his dirty laundry out of the public eye. Not many people knew me, anyway, since he’d been isolating me for years.
    “Come in,” I said. I pulled myself up in bed, then pulled the bed sheet up to my chest. I had worn one of Dustin’s t-shirts to bed, but my nipples always liked to show off when they weren’t covered by a bra. It could be Dustin, and I didn’t want