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But he’d shown her.

And then she’d shown him.

Now he would get the last word.

His gaze traveled to the table in the middle of the trailer where his salvation waited. Soon.

Soon he would be with her.

Just a couple more steps to accomplish before she returned to his arms.

He lifted her shirt to his nose, remembering her sweet scent. Why had she forsaken him? She’d lain in the grass with her flesh, their limbs entangled in spent passion. And her lover had seen him watching. Had smiled at him knowingly but remained silent, getting hard against her leg as he’d suckled from the pig.

Filth.

Trash.

Sinners.

He’d loved her so much. Everything he’d done was for her. Money was inconsequential because he gave her something she couldn’t get from him. Or maybe the little fucker had figured it out and had given her the ultimate rush.

The voices got louder, excited by the thoughts of blood and sex. They wouldn’t lie together in this lifetime, but they’d find plenty of time for that in the next. Then he’d remind her of what it was like to have a real man between her legs.

His time on earth was growing short, shorter than the voices squeezing on his brain would give him. Soon all the pain and guilt would ease and his head would go silent. The voices didn’t like that, they moaned and screamed in defiance. He didn’t care. Let them throw their tantrum. There was nothing they could do to stop him. No one could.

If he had his way, Hayes wouldn’t be a problem for much longer. The plan was in motion, and all he had to do was sit back and wait.

Wait for his world to go boom.





Chapter Nineteen

LISA WAVED AT Sawyer as she slid into the driver’s seat of her car. He’d already checked her car out to make sure it was safe to drive. She’d take a guess that he’d be doing that to every car they drove for a long while, even after this mess was all over.

Assuming they’d be together.

Last night, he’d learned the worst of it. She’d seduced her way into more than a dozen beds during her grifter days. No, she wasn’t a whore. At least a client got what he paid for with a whore. What she’d been was much, much worse.

Sawyer thankfully didn’t see it that way. And once they’d returned to his hotel suite, he’d proven it to her again and again, making love to her throughout the night and again this morning. He’d been voracious for her, and extremely thorough, making sure there wasn’t a spot on her body he didn’t kiss, lick, suck, or fuck. Every move she made today reminded her of him in some way.

Her clitoris was raw, her mouth and lips bruised, her ass sore, and her pussy tender from all the attention he’d given them with his tongue, his teeth, his fingers, and his cock. He’d taken her in every room of that hotel suite and had shown her just how creative he could get in the kitchen. Who knew all those utensils could be used for purposes other than cooking? She’d never look at a spatula or a turkey baster in the same way again.

Giving her the ultimate pleasure and filling all her holes simultaneously, he’d plugged her ass and fucked her pussy while she sucked on a dildo, forcing her to climax over and over until she’d passed out cold from the pleasure. He’d allowed her a couple hours of sleep and then had woken her by putting her on her hands and knees, removing the plug, and replacing it with his cock. Her eyes had barely been open when he fingered her to an explosive orgasm and spent his release all over her back. Rather than clean it, he’d rubbed it into her skin, marking her.

For some reason, even knowing the truth, he still loved her. It gave her hope that she might find her happiness with him after all.

But before she could tell him the rest of it, she had to lie to him a little longer. She headed toward Asa’s hotel, waiting until the highway split and Sawyer no longer had her in his sights before she got off and turned around to go to her office.

Guilt nagged at her conscience, but she had no choice. If she’d told him she had to stop by her office, he would’ve been suspicious or, even worse, would’ve come with her. There was only one way to convince Asa to trust Sawyer.

She had to give him the black list. Then he could decide whether to hang onto it or destroy it. Either way, it would be out of her hands. She was tired of the burden that went along with having it in her possession. The list had too much power. It was a curse. As long as she had it, she’d never be free of all it represented.

Lies.

Violence.

Fear.

Once she stopped by the office and retrieved it, she’d go straight to Asa’s.

Soon, the past’s hold on her would end, and she could move on with her life—a life that hopefully included Sawyer in it.