Her Heart-Stealing Cowboys [Hellfire Ranch 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF Page A

desire to grab the little ass wipe and choke the life out of him. “You’d think you’d be more grateful.”
    “For what? I need out of this shithole. I got stuff to take care of.”
    He nodded. “Yeah? Like what?”
    Fischer sat up and moved forward. That superior look on his face irked him. The expression was as irritating as the man himself.
    “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
    He sighed and breathed deeply through his nose. This time the trick didn’t do squat to help allay his irritation. He reached into his pocket then inserted a key to the lock.
    Fischer stepped back. “About damn time.”
    He stepped into the cell and shut it behind him. The clang of metal on metal was sharp in the silence. Fischer’s eyes narrowed.
    “What are you doing? We need to leave.”
    “Well, now…that is going to be a problem…for you.”
    Fischer’s Adam’s apple bobbed wildly and a real hint of fear crossed his face. “What are you talking about?”
    He pulled out his .38 Special and smiled coldly. “I never liked you, Fischer.”
    “You can’t do this.” The little man’s voice quavered as real fear crossed his face.
    He laughed hard and rough. “Even in Afghanistan, I thought you were an overinflated asshole. Puffed up with your own sense of importance.”
    Fischer looked wildly around the room, but there was no one to help.
    “This is insane. I’m a very valuable man.”
    He paused and tilted his head and considered the statement. “You’ve had your uses, I’ll give you that.”
    “Exactly,” Fischer yelped. “You can’t just kill me.”
    “I’ll tell you what, Fischer. Get on your knees and beg me for your life. Then we’ll see what happens.”
    The little man stiffened and his eyes widened. He couldn’t tell if it was fear or rage or a combination of both. He really didn’t care. He waved the barrel of the gun toward the concrete ground. He surreptitiously checked his watch as he did so.
    Deputy Carson would be back in thirteen minutes.
    “Down,” he barked.
    Fischer stiffened. “No,” he spat. “You’re going to kill me either way.”
    “Now that is just disappointing. I was looking forward to having you mewl and beg so pitifully in front of me.”
    “Tough shit,” Fischer muttered. Sweat beaded at his temple and ran down the unshaven length of his gaunt cheek.
    “Indeed.” He lifted the gun and pulled the trigger.
    Fischer jerked at the impact of the bullet as it slammed into his forehead. Surprise covered his face before the expression was drenched in rivulets of blood.
    Fischer toppled backward and hit his head on the metal frame of the jail bed. The thunk of flesh and bone on iron made the killer smile.
    “Now that sounded like it hurt,” he said and moved forward. He located the brass casing and deliberately left it on the floor near the head of the bed. It was in a good spot to be found, just like he wanted.
    Fischer landed on his side with one arm flung over his head. Blood pooled from the wound and dribbled onto the floor. He was careful not to step in it as he pulled out his black Ka-Bar knife. He lifted Fischer’s head with one gloved hand and twisted it around, looking for an exit wound. He didn’t find one.
    He shook his head and looked into Fischer’s unseeing eyes. “Don’t move. This might sting.”
    He eased the sharp point of the knife into the wound and swished it around a little bit. More blood leaked out and ran down the dead man’s face. He scooted backward and rolled him over then straddled his body, careful not to let any blood touch him. He checked his watch. Eight more minutes until the Deputy returned.
    He did not want to kill her. She was a beautiful woman with a strong mind and gorgeous body. He had plans to enjoy both of them and couldn’t do so if she were dead.
    He scraped the hair from Fischer’s head and found another bloody mess beneath. His scalp was split and battered. He figured it was either from the fall onto the bed or the bullet trying to