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you wanted.”
    Another flurry of excitement inside my stomach caught me by surprise. “Good.”
    “Listen, son. I don’t want this to take too much of your time. The Tigers are giving us a lot of problems.”
    I’m not your son.
    It was hard to tell what I felt for Crash. He recruited me when I was a kid, when Christ’s Cross brought us to a charity event. When he found out about my nasty habit of slicing open live cats and dogs to see how they worked inside, the habit that got me in that stupid rehab center in the first place, he adopted me. Instead of trying to constrain the sickness inside me, he built it up like a fire. He coached me in the ways of violence and taught me to redirect my energy on to more useful things. Crash raised me into the man I was today and somehow that made him think that I owed him something. He mistook my loyalty to him for affection.
    Could I kill him, if I had to?
    Doubt fogged my mind. Yes, I was loyal to him—as loyal as lion to his master. So far he taught me well—he taught me all the tricks I needed to survive. I knew how to beg to get a juicy morsel of meat, and how to play dead, to smile and shake hands, even if I didn’t understand the purpose in those meaningless gestures. But even a lion could turn on his master with the slightest provocation.
    “I’ll handle them. Don’t worry.”
    Crash gave me a fatherly smile and patted me on the back. He was proud of the beast he created.
    Unable to wait another moment, I descended the stairs in the back of the club with a duffel bag in my hand and peered through the darkness. Quiet. I flipped on the light-switch and the harsh, yellow light flared on a crumpled figure balled on the floor. She lifted her head and a long cascade of golden waves spilling down her head shifted aside to reveal an elfin face with almond-shaped blue eyes and small, red lips. A slim neck led to a pair of huge tits that looked like a schoolboy’s fantasy. For the first time in a long while, blood rushed into my face.
    She is beautiful, that’s for sure.
    Aside from the desire stiffening my cock, I couldn’t really feel anything else. My mouth watered as I imagined myself breaking this woman into a tool for me to do anything I wished, to see her dropping to her knees to zip open my jeans and wrap her pretty little lips around me. It would be so satisfying to see this gorgeous woman entirely bent to my will. Now excited beyond anything I could have ever imagined, I reached for the door and my fingers slipped on the cool steel. I opened it again and stepped inside.
    She looked at me like a frightened bird and uttered a small squeak. Her eyes kept darting to my face. Does she like the way I look? How amusing. I thought of the broken bodies I disposed over all the years and wanted to laugh at the hope blossoming on her face.
    “You’re Cain.”
    It wasn’t a question. Her voice was lower than I thought it would be and extremely calm. I didn’t expect that.
    “Yes. Surprised?”
    Her shoulder lifted. “Someone with a reputation like that, I expected them to be…” her voice trailed off.
    Less blonde? Taller? Shorter? Angrier?
    “Ugly,” she said.
    I smiled and walked closer to the woman on the floor who might as well have been my possession. There was nothing in the room, save for a toilet and a bed. There were no objects that she could use to defend herself.
    Did that explain the calmness in her eyes? I expected her to scream and plead for her life. Although the crying and screaming got tiresome, I enjoyed the begging. It was incredible to strip a human being down of all of their fucking pride or whatever and reduce them to the most basic human instinct—survival. It was fun. Even she would be reduced to a sobbing, begging, pathetic mess. The defiance in her eyes meant that she definitely wasn’t going to submit to me immediately.
    What should I do with this one?
    I never enjoyed violence on the weak; it just wasn’t a challenge. Anyone could tie a