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successful. Not only that, but it tells me he must be guilty of something. It damn sure isn’t a coincidence that he showed up to visit her. They’re not even supposed to know each other outside of her being his realtor. I mean, really, what are the chances of him truly knowing the woman accusing him of rape when they have no history? Just keep a close eye on the girl. She’s been through enough, and she’s no good as a witness if she’s dead.”
    “Point taken, and I believe that’s why he wants her dead. He had the audacity to tell me he’d had her on his TV program. He mentioned something about her working in a soup kitchen.”
    “And that’s why you have to keep an eye on her, Evelyn. You may be that girl’s only chance of survival. When she wakes up, though, ask her about that. Try to do it without telling her he was there.”
    “Ask her what? If he had her on his show?”
    “That, and ask her if she’s ever done any volunteer work in a soup kitchen. If she has, and he knows about it, then it means he’s been stalking her for a while. I want to know why. I want to know if he has a type.”
    “Okay, I’ll try to ask her in a way that doesn’t upset her or enlighten her to the fact that she had a close call with her rapist.”
    “Speaking of that, didn’t you say he didn’t actually rape her?”
    I’m asking her because it will give me insight into what this guy’s motivation is. If he isn’t the one actually raping the women but, instead, having the other men do it, then he’s even sicker than I initially believed. It’s very likely there is a sociopath walking around under the guise of a philanthropist named Richard Roundtree.
    “No, the sick son of a bitch issued the orders to his group of men. Why are you asking that?”
    “Because it will tell me something about his psyche.”
    I hang up and look at my husband as he speaks.
    “I’m impressed with your ability to get into a sociopath’s head”
    “Why? I’ve been living with one for years.”
    “Touché, my love… touché.”
     

Charles
    By the look on my wife’s face, it’s clear the phone call was unexpected. For the first time since she made the decision to solicit my services, she’s truly afraid, and this time, it isn’t me my wife fears. Some sick part of me is jealous of the fact that this stranger can engender the emotion I believe should be reserved for me. I’m her protector, so I am the only one permitted to strike terror in her heart. I resolve to make him pay for intruding on ground I consider to be sacred.
    “He was there to kill her.”
    “I know, Charles.”
    “And you fear him?”
    “I’m afraid for Lisa Monroe.”
    I viciously grab a fistful of her hair and pull her toward me.
    “Don’t ever fucking lie to me!”
    “Yes, I’m afraid of him.”
    “It’s me you should fear. I’m the only killer who can get close to you.”
    “You’re jealous?”
    “Yes!” I hiss, pulling her mouth to mine and forcefully plunging my tongue inside.
    My hands pinch and pull at her nipples through her clothing. I want to hurt her, to make her pay for giving someone else such a sacred gift as her fear.
    “I’m sorry; you’re right. I trust you to protect me. My fear, my trepidation, my anguish—it all belongs to you.”
    I unzip the jeans constricting my hard cock with one hand and guide her head down with the other, watching as she pulls me into her mouth. She knows what I want. My hands fist her hair as I groan. Laying my head back against the headrest, I give myself over to the pleasure her warm mouth provides. The thought of using her out here in the open excites me so much that I quickly unload. I hold her head down, forcing her to take everything I give her. I love this woman. She’s my obsession, and I will never get enough of her. When it comes to my wife, I will never be satisfied and cannot be sated. She’s an addiction that I will take to the grave.



Chapter Ten
    Charles
    My wife sleeps soundly in