Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
I frowned.
She closed the distance and brought her hands to my chest, exploring each layer of muscle.
I grabbed her wrists and stopped her. “Do you understand, Lunita?”
“I don’t.”
“Why not?”
She leaned her head all the way to the side again and had it laying against her shoulder. “You’re not going to tell her about me. We don’t tell her. So then how could you talk about this?”
“I will be telling her everything.”
Gasping, she straightened her head and edged back. “You. . .can’t do that.”
I unbuckled my belt, undid my pants, and let them fall to my feet. “I can.”
Lunita watched me step out of my pants and hugged herself. “Y-you can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“It would scare her too much.”
“My mouse should know what is going on.” I took off my boxer briefs.
Still hugging herself, Lunita gazed at my cock and then backed up some more. “But. . .if you scare her too much. . .or put her through too much pain. . .”
I prowled over to Lunita and stopped an inch from her. “What will happen?”
“She will leave.” Lunita looked up at me. “And then I will have to be here longer than I want.”
“Is that how this works?”
“She’s stronger, so. . .she can be in charge.” Lunita blinked several times. “But. . .if she needs a break, then I’ll come.”
“Tell me more.”
She looked down at the floor. “I don’t. . .like to talk about these things.”
“But I want to understand.”
“I don’t talk.”
I touched her chin and brought her view to me. “But I need to understand how to love her and you.”
She eyed me. “Why?”
“Because you both are mine.”
She shook her head. “I’m not yours. She is.”
I smirked. “Is that right?”
“Yes.”
“I already told you that wasn’t true.”
“This is too. . .serious. . .” Lunita moved her chin away from my fingers. “I want you to just fuck me.”
“Not today.”
She glared. “Then, why did you get naked?”
“Because you’re naked and I think that would make you feel more comfortable.”
She looked away. “It does.”
“Good.”
“No fun. No fun.” She headed away and went to the large cart covered in torture tools. “Then, let’s organize.”
“O-kay.” I followed. “How will we do that?”
“We can put all the legs in one corner and the arms in another.” A huge smile spread across her face. She showed both rows of teeth.
For some reason it unsettled me.
A wicked giggle left her like she had the biggest secret. “Then. . .we can just play in the blood, splash it everywhere. Paint ourselves with it.”
I tensed. “Alright.”
“Will you do that with me?”
“I will.”
“Lots of fun.” She picked up a butcher knife and laughed some more.
I grabbed a saw. “And we talk while we do it.”
Lunita raised the knife up to her face and wildly stared at the blade. “But, I don’t talk.”
“With me you will talk.”
She headed off. “Is that a rule too?”
“Yes.” I trailed after her. “I need to understand—Emily and you.”
“I explained. I come when she is sad or suffering.” Lunita stopped at Salvatore’s corpse and studied him. “We don’t cut the chest up. That would be bad.”
“Why?”
“We keep the chest together for Max and put them close in one pile, so he can draw smiley faces on them.”
“Why does Maxwell like to do that?”
Suddenly, Lunita turned to me, her eyes wide. Her tears glistened on her lashes, and they swam in a clear liquid pool in her irises. Her mouth dramatically arched, making the most of the exaggerated curve of her lips. She looked both like a child and a woman on the edge of her life. She hit me with a frown that echoed overwhelming fear and unrelenting sadness.
The air in my lungs froze into ice. I could barely breathe.
She lowered her voice. “Max isn’t right in the head. Something is wrong with him.”
Pain filled my chest.
Mysh. . .
She put her back to me and raised her hand to the carved holy cross on Salvatore’s chest. Slowly, she dipped the tip of her finger into the wound and slipped the finger through the fleshy trail. “But, don’t tell him I said that. I don’t like when he is sad.”
“Okay.” I tried to get a grip and remember the details of the Tinder Killer. Now wasn’t a time to be sad or horrified. I needed answers for not just myself, but for Emily.
I pushed the icy chill from my body and gripped the saw’s handle hard. “Tell me something.”
Lunita took her finger out of the wound and stared at the bloody fingertip. “Yes.”
“When did you start coming around?”
“I don’t understand.” Lunita raised the hand with the butcher knife and placed it on Salvatore’s shoulder.
“Was it a year or so ago when the first Tinder Killer victim appeared?”
“Victim?” Chuckling, Lunita began cutting Salvatore’s arm. “He tried to rape her.”
Rage boiled through my veins. “Did he now?”
“He had her down on the bed, choking her neck. She could have gotten out of it, but she froze. . .she always freezes whenever that happens.”