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It took lessthan ten minutes to the get the information I needed from the lady at the mail delivery place. Initially, she had stuck to her guns about protecting her customer’s privacy—even after I’d flashed her my fake badge.
After she saw Megan’s picture, I was convinced she knew her or had at least seen her, so I used my bad-boy charm to pry the information out of her.
Thank God, I didn’t have to use my dick on her. The woman was so sexually starved that I made her cum in less than two minutes by dry rubbing her pussy through her panties after I’d reached under her skirt without her permission. It was a good thing I did it too because she knew exactly who Megan was.
She didn’t give me her address, but she provided the name of the condos Megan lived in, which happened to be only a few blocks and turns from the office location. The woman was kind enough to offer to go with me, and I didn’t know if it was for concern for her customer or concern that she wouldn’t see me again.
I turned her down because it took everything in me not to knock her out and tie her up. One, for making me finger fuck her for information and two, she was a loose end who could have warned Megan that I was searching for her. Before I stepped out of her office, I turned and reminded her about the date we had set in a few days—a date that I had no intention of keeping. Hell, I’d already forgotten the women’s name.
Hopefully, I’d have Megan’s ass and be gone by the time she realized I had no intention of going out or doing anything with her.
Hours later, I’d located Megan’s condo, and I’d broken into two different condos to find the one that gave me the best view of Megan’s. I hadn’t seen her yet, but I’d confirmed that she lived on the third floor after flirting the information out of the lady in their administrative office on the first floor.
My faked interest in the rental they had coming available had gotten me a sit-down with the manager. Thankfully for me, the woman, like most of the ones that presented a good-girl image, loved a bad boy, which, for me so far, had worked well in helping me find the woman that I wanted to murder.
The third-floor condo I visited across a narrow street from Megan’s provided the best view of not only her bedroom but a side view of her living room as well. Unfortunately, I’d had to tie up the older man that lived there. Hancock, he said his name was. I tied him to his bathroom sink so I could use his apartment to spy on Megan.
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When I spottedMegan stretching for a run on the narrow street in front of her building that evening, every muscle in my body tensed and threatened to rip apart. Although murder had been on my mind for days, my finger stayed clear of the trigger as I spied on her through the scope of my rifle.
She appeared comfortable and relaxed like she didn’t have a care in the world. She didn’t look like the type of woman who would trick an entire MC and commit murder with no remorse.
Was she a serial killer, a sociopath, or both? Had she used us to further her writing career or had she used us to add to her body count? All I knew was that Megan was worse than any of us. A fucking female menace with a weapon we hadn’t been able to fight against—her pussy.
She wore a pair of red and black spandex jogging pants that stopped below her knees and highlighted the fact that she had a fucking ridiculously fit body. Her sleeveless gray tank top matched her gray tennis shoes. The top stretched across her perfect tits and hung loosely at her small waist.
My tongue licked across my lips when she bent to stretch, and I cursed myself when my dick moved inside my pants. That short glimpse of her had my dick getting hard.
It took me a moment to relax and think about how I wanted to handle this. What was I going to do to her first? I was thinking of torturing her before I killed her. I had only killed one woman to date, but this one? I could hardly wait to kill her. She’d taken my rage to a whole new level.
Gripping Mr. Hancock’s binoculars in one hand, I continued to spy on her through the scope of my rifle that I’d set up on the man’s table. My spying gaze followed her as she took off on her run, and my damn eyes didn’t lower until she was out of sight.
I stayed clear of the windows. These people pretended they weren’t nosey, but they clung to those windows and balconies, spying and peeking at any little thing that moved.
I set up and angled my spying devices so that I could view inside Megan’s condo from within the dark interior of Mr. Hancock’s. After sliding his couch into the perfect spot, I stayed within the depth of the condo to conceal myself from Megan’s view. At the same time, the location allowed me to see her move around inside her place.
My scope gave me a view of her living room and bedroom and sitting on Mr. Hancock’s couch with the binoculars provided me a view of her living room, but an even better view of her bedroom.
I alternated between sitting behind my scope one minute and returning to the couch and binoculars the next as I waited on her. I was still undecided about how I wanted to handle her and this situation, so I relied on my patience and waited.
My body eased up off the couch cushion when she entered her living room. I trekked over to the table with the binoculars in my hand. After I placed my eye behind the scope, I pivoted my weapon around on its tripod to keep my eyes on her every move.
Sweat glistened on her golden-brown skin as she stepped across her living room stretching her arms. She stopped and turned in my direction like she sensed me watching her. The dwindling sun painted the sky a dim shade of gray that aided in keeping her from spotting me.
She took a step closer to the large stretch of windows that lined her living room and scanned the area outside her place. Again, her eyes seemed to stop directly on me like she knew I was there watching her.
Why the fuck hadn’t I pulled the trigger yet? When she stepped away and entered her bedroom, I swiveled my scope to find her. She peeled off her top and started on her pants. Like in the living room, she stopped again. Her fingers remained looped in the waist of her pants as she walked up to her bedroom window in her black sports bra. Her neck twisted in several directions, up and down before her gaze locked on the lens of my scope.
She knew that someone was watching her. However, she had no idea it was the devil she’d pissed off. I should have killed her the moment I confirmed it was her. But now, I was stuck watching her, unsure of why I hadn’t made a move yet.
After a while, she left the interior of her bedroom and entered what must have been the bathroom. I was sitting on the couch, waiting when she returned. The floor level of her building was slightly taller than Mr. Hancock’s, so her third-floor condo sat a couple of feet higher.
I squinted into the binoculars, eager for the blurring lenses to focus before I missed something.
She’d put on a pair of cut-off jean shorts and the points of her tits strained against the thin white top she wore. I continued to watch her as she came right back to the window, blindly watching me. She opened her curtains wider and turned back towards her bed.