The Mercenary and the Mortician (The Silent Hollow, #1)

by Alexandra St. Pierre

Not only was I going to be murdered at twenty-seven in my own house, I was going to die with a goddamned fear-boner.

What did a mercenary and a mortician have in common? Dead. Fucking. Bodies.

“Hurry the fuck up. I don’t have all night.” That was a lie. I did have all night. Killing him had literally been my only plan,

I’m straight,” I snapped, though my traitorous dick chose that moment to remind me that it was activated by fear, and this guy was scaring the shit out of me.

“I’m not the devil, Ryan Fairview. I’m your fucking god, and you will beg me for forgiveness,”

“Please, what? Let you go? Let you come? Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.” “I’m not your baby!”

“I’m so fucking straight, Ryan. I can’t wait to fuck your tight little pussy.”

“That’s it, baby. Make a mess. Show me how fucking straight you are,”

I wasn’t usually like this. Ok… I was.

“You met a boy?” “Define ‘met.’ I’m stalking him… or I was… I think I still am.”

I waited for the three dots to appear to indicate he was writing back when a familiar deep voice filled my dark room. “Too late. I’m already here.”

“Honestly, if you were anyone else, I probably would have just killed you. I think I did that because, if you haven’t noticed, I have a huge crush on you.”

“And you work for this organization? Apex?” I nodded, tonguing my lip ring. “Yes.” “Why?” “Because if I don’t, Damian will kill my sisters.”

I didn’t need to follow my dreams because my dreams had already come true. My sisters were safe and happy. That was all I ever wanted.

He could haunt me all his bitch-ass wanted, and I would spend every day letting Cal fuck me while Ryker’s cunty ghost watched. Just to rub it in his fucking face.

“I know what it is to make tough choices and live through difficult times. I know what hard is… Loving you isn’t hard, Callum,” he whispered, leaning forward and brushing his lips against mine. “Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

“If I can’t kill people, I’m going to need another outlet,” I growled. I could feel the darkness I’d been repressing curl in my chest. “Are you going to let me use you the way I need, baby?” “Fuck, yes, Callum…” Ryan whined. “Use me.”

“I love you, baby; I’m so sorry I hurt you,” I whispered as I slowly made love to the only man that had ever made me feel safe. “You hurt me so good, baby. Never stop hurting me.”

“Fuck, Ryan. You’re everything to me. Do you understand? You’re everything.” “I know, baby, I know.”

“Fuck… Cal, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” “You gonna come for me, baby?” I whispered, sliding my hand up and down his shaft. “Show me. Show me how much you love me.” “Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Baby, I’m coming. I’m coming for you…”

“Shouldn’t you be afraid of monsters, Mr. Walker?” His voice was soft, dangerous. Did he not realize that he was the one who had taught me how to hunt people like him? I was the thing the monsters were afraid of.

“I can’t let him live, Ryan. We’ll never be safe as long as he’s alive.” Ryan took the gun from me and brushed another tear off my cheek with his free hand. “Oh, angel. I never said anything about letting him live.” Without looking away from me, Ryan pointed the gun directly at Damian’s head and pulled the trigger.