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The burglary business was a very lucrative one and one in which Roger had become very efficient.
I’m sorry, ma. I let you down...
The lady circled Matt and walked straight to the kitchen. Matthew’s heart skipped a beat. He jumped toward the fridge and leaned against it. Regina’s head jerked back in surprise.
What you got in that fridge , bro? Also kinda rude of the woman to just bogart her way into someone’s home and put food in their fridge. Like just hand it to him and let him deal with it! geeze lady!
Wrapped in plastic was a severed human hand, still fresh, with contorted fingers toward the center as if trying to make a fist. Matthew was thankful for putting it in the fridge to defrost it instead of leaving it in the sink. It was a close call.
Holy hell! And I had made a dark joke in my head that maybe he was a cannibal and had dead bodies in the fridge, but I didn’t seriously think it was gonna go in that direction. I assumed maybe he was hoarding actual food! This as a uniquely dark take on gluttony.
“Another!”
Um okay "Thor." lol
If there was something he had learned while in the army, it was that size did not mean much, especially if they were on the other side of a gun. Everyone had the same weaknesses, and they bled the same way.
He had always had a weak point for the disabled. His brother was born with cerebral palsy. Tim had spent much of his childhood taking care of his baby brother well into his twenties.
At that time, public displays of affection were more courtesy than genuine. While their domestic life was peaceful and they had nothing to envy of most couples, they had been married for more than thirteen years, which can have the effect of making things a little . . . monotonous.
Tim thanked God. He felt incredibly lucky that he not only had everything he’d ever wanted, but he also had the opportunity to give back.
If giving a little weed to the neighborhood kids could be considered work, then he was telling the truth. And if smoking a joint could be considered the equivalent of a nap. He supposed they were close enough.
“I know how you feel—giving something to someone who needs it. To see the expression of happiness painted across their face and know that you did that. There’s no feeling in the world like it.” “Oh, I imagine you’ve seen many faces of satisfaction.”
some women do this out of necessity. That’s how it started for me. But after I was able to pay for my studies and graduate with honors in business, I started doing it for pleasure.” “You have a business degree?” Tim asked. Rather than surprised, he seemed impressed. “Yep, Financial Analyst.
I no longer saw it as ‘selling my body’ but as being paid for having sex. You could argue and say it’s the same, but the difference is huge for me.”
To see the expression of that boy’s face while we were doing it and the smile from ear to ear he had after we finished. It was one of the most rewarding experiences of my whole life. Being able to feel that I made him happy, even if it was only for one night.
It was Stephen Ross. Her former high school boyfriend, the one who had introduced her to prostitution. The one who tried to convince her to traffic drugs with her friends. The one who hit her, abused her and threatened to kill her almost every night.
After stepping in his forties, it had become almost impossible to date. But he didn’t care. Not having children or a wife wasn’t something that mattered to him that much. However, the prospect that the only woman who had truly loved him and had always been there for him was going to leave him was unbearable.
Vin Diesel ain't got shit on me.
The noise, however, came from the fax machine right next to it. Once it was done printing, the lone page glided in the air and landed gracefully at his feet. It displayed a single message: Check your email. As if it had a life of its own, the Internet browser opened by itself on the screen. The homepage appeared, inviting Tim to the unknown.
Inside the chest was a collection of high-caliber weapons: A pump-action shotgun, an AK-47, an M16, two ammunition boxes, and several sidearms that he didn’t even bother trying to identify.
“It was my pleasure,” the man said over the sound of the music. “A beautiful woman like you is welcome in my club, any time.” Jessica’s eyes widened. “Your club? You’re the owner?”
He leaned in over to her ear. “I know your type. You’re not here to have fun. You’re on a mission. I can see it in your eyes. Determination. So don’t let me stop you. Go get ’em, tiger.”
“Well, I can be expensive, but I give a discount to clients I’m truly attracted to.” It wasn’t a lie. What she failed to mention was that he wasn’t one of those clients.
LOL
Then, a stench unlike anything he’d ever smelled before hit him like a truck. He winced in disgust.
Dead body?
Inside the bag, there was a pale piece of decaying flesh. Its muscles and part of the bone were exposed. He’d only seen a fraction of it, but it didn’t take him long to connect the dots. Timothy was staring at a severed arm.
it was evident that it wasn’t the whole corpse. He had taken out one entire arm, part of one leg, and the foot of the other, along with what seemed to be a head.
This gotta be connected to the cannibal dude.
Timothy Wilson wasn’t the only one playing a pawn in NV’s games.
Normally, he didn’t take his “dates” directly to his house to meet; that would be very risky. But they rarely offered themselves to be the main course. It was as if the chicken went straight to your house, plucked itself, cut its own head, and jumped in the oven.
Matthew had promised him that he wouldn’t kill him, that he would first let Oswaldo enjoy his fetish. They both would have a buffet that night before the moment of truth.
To her, bragging was nothing more than a poor effort to fish for compliments.
Very true
He leaned in, his eyes on fire. “Then, you woulda realized it wasn’t vodka.” Jessica’s heart sank. She brought the glass a bit closer and sniffed it. There was no trace of alcohol. It’s water!
She lowered the gun to his groin. “Are you sure about that?” Roca’s face paled. For the first time in the whole night, he looked afraid. “You shoot, and they’ll come right in and blow your head off!” “And you’ll be dickless for the rest of your life. I’ll make sure there’s nothing left to salvage your little sack of meat.”
Literally what I was thinking, aim the gun at his crouch LOL
“When you asked if Nicholai sent me, who do you mean exactly?” Roca squinted, confused. “Nicholai Vines. He’s the one who sent you, right?” “Vines?” she asked. “The club’s owner?”
Ohhh NV = Nicholai Vines. I thought maybe Vines was in on it since he let her in. Is he "Envy" because that's the only sin missing? Wait of course: NV is Envy who must be behind everything!
“Your boss is a beast,” Jessica said. She then giggled like a schoolgirl and walked to the elevator. Before the doors closed, she heard one of the guards whisper to the other. “She seems to like it rough.” Yeah, I do, she thought on her way down. And things were only going to get rougher.
LMAO
“Why are you doing this?” This time, the hooded man looked over his shoulder. “’Cause I’m greedy.”
Matt parked just a block away from the bar where his prey should be. The name was Brian Thompson, a drunken mess of a human being who spent his rent money on booze.
Patience wasn’t a virtue; it was a skill, one he had learned to master over the years.
You haven’t been the same since the accident. You’ve let your life be consumed by hatred. You’re a ticking bomb waiting to go off at any moment.
It was Brian Thompson. The drunk driver who had slammed his car against Trevor’s, killing his wife and daughter in the process. The man had survived unscathed,
“I’ve met Vines a couple of times before, and despite his charm, there’s always been something off about him.
Back when he was a soldier, he dreaded the feeling, but he grew fonder of it with each death to his name. He had denied it to everyone and even to himself until the night his wife and daughter died.
Freddy’s disability didn’t allow him to move much of his body, and he’d lost his speech over the years.
He's the kid who met Tim in his intro chapter before.
“I guess you remember my cousin.” Jessica stared at Freddy. She struggled to force a smile. “How could I forget? He was one of my favorite clients.” Freddy seemed surprised to see her there, if not a little uncomfortable. Oliver couldn’t blame him, it had been a while since he took his cousin to lose his virginity to Jessica, but the situation they were in was far from flattering.
Ohhh so he's that's the "kid" from her story.
Trevor stepped back. He turned to Matthew and looked him dead in the eye. “You got tools?” Matthew nodded, a gleeful smile on his face. “Yessir.” “Bring them. I’ve heard you make one hell of a stew.”
Wow look cannibal dude found a sick friend.
You said you had a killer business idea?” Tim settled in his seat, taken aback by the particular choice of words,
“Life is a game, buddy, and everybody is a pawn to those who know how to play it.” Nicolai stood up, buttoned up his suit, and walked away from the café with a devilish smirk on his face as he crossed the street.
Well that was cryptic
“Wow, are you okay?” the boy asked. “You look like a crackwhore.” “I know, hun. That’s the point,”
LOLOL
Behind the kingpin, his bodyguard’s eyes widened while looking at the screen of his phone.
Maybe I got it wrong and someone's pulling Vine's strings too.
“You two need to get out of here,” he said. “W-What?” Oliver asked, his eyes switching between Jessica and Craig. Craig put his phone on the table. “Take it! NV is not done with you two.”
Well clearly Vines was not behind this
Those pictures you’ve taken. Those videos you’ve recorded. Those lives you’ve ruined. It will all be exposed for the world to see unless you put a bullet in your boss’s head.
