Dead Drop (The Guild, #2)

by Tate James

No way in hell was I walking away from a woman who was clearly my soul mate. We were fucking fated.

“She knows that I have you now, Stanley my friend,” I told the enormous plant.

And now he was settling in nicely in his new home, positioned in front of my bedroom window overlooking the ocean. I’d added a bow and a little tinsel to dress him up. It was the holidays, after all.

My addiction for jealous, possessive men was becoming problematic.

I swallowed hard. I wanted to know everything about Stanley. I wanted him dead. How dare he elicit such loyalty and adoration from my DeLuna? He had to go. She was mine and I would not share.

3982: You’re a psychopath, Bunny. 6279: No, I’m a sociopath, mon cœur. I’m your sociopath. Never forget it.

if Sam showed his ugly fucking face, I was prepared to shoot. Fucking oath, I would shoot him so damn fast he wouldn’t know what’d happened until he woke up in Hell.

“I missed a whole lot more than just your face, beautiful. Give me a good view, then show me what that battery-operated dick can do.”

That’s the woman I love. All you proved tonight was how incredible you are, Danny DeLuna. My Siren. All you achieved was to make me fall harder than I ever thought possible.”

The wet sheen of my cum still glistened on her thighs, and I eventually had to leave the room before doing something totally perverted, like take photos.

“How can you possibly trust him? He’s a psychopath!” She huffed a sigh, shaking her head. “No, Kai. That’s where you’re wrong. He’s a sociopath, and he’s my sociopath. You’re going to have to trust my judgment on this, or we have problems. Leon won’t hurt me.”

This was Danny… my siren. The kind of woman who would lure a man into the water with her beauty and light, then laugh as she drowned him and sank the body.

Silently, I crouched in front of his door and used one of my lock picks to stuff the keyhole full of quick-drying putty. Then I quickly removed the tiny screws holding the door handle together, sliding the handle out of the door completely and tossing it onto the carpet outside the bedroom. Now, when he tried to open the door on his side, the handle would just fall out. And if he knew how to pick locks, he wouldn’t get far with all the putty gumming it up.

I just placed my own coffee down and gave Leon a hard accusing glare. He rolled his eyes, going back to his mopping. “It wouldn’t have killed him,” he muttered under his breath, and I stifled an internal groan. Kai was a bit slower to catch on, gasping a second later. “You tried to poison me? What the fuck?”