Sidetracked (Mindf*ck, #2)

by S.T. Abby

I really don’t like her. Can I cut her? Just a little?

I don’t tell him I’d just castrate them and nail their dicks to the wall if they tried anything.

There’s a certain high you get from fooling the world into thinking you’re the lamb instead of the rabid wolf.

Logan is taunting. Duke is arrogant. And I’m worried there’s about to be a sword fight in my living room. And not with actual swords.

A serial killer sharing a house with a homicide detective and a FBI agent. Life doesn’t get more complicated than this.

It’s sad that I want to hide my bodies now so that my boyfriend gets a break and can spend more time with me.

I dropped two bodies in one day, but I hardly feel like now is the time to brag about my awesome efficiency.

I don’t bleed for the world anymore. He saw more than anyone else, and he didn’t bother to care when it mattered the most.

But they’re looking for a monster. Not a girl who loves red. Not a girl who is falling in love. Not a girl who died ten years ago.

I just smile, looking all sweet and shit. No ruthless killer here, boys. Just a harmless woman falling in love. That’s all.