Boogeyman's Dream (Devils Rejects MC 2)

Pulling out my piece I aim it between his eyes. “Times up, motherfucker. You didn’t pay. I want you gone.”

The piece of shit is so damn drunk he stumbles backward and flips over a fucking chair, breaking it as he goes. I ought to shove one of the wooden legs up his ass for the mess he has made of the damn place. Looks like the zombie apocalypse been going down around here.

“I said get gone fat bastard.” I kick him in his gut and he farts. Goddamn, the foulest smell floats up from his ass and nearly takes my damn breath away.

I fire a warning shot into the air and he scrambles to his chubby feet. Sweat beads across his brow from the small amount of exertion.

“Pathetic, John.”

As he moves past me to go out the door he farts again, and I pull the trigger, nailing him right in the ass. He goes tumbling down the cement steps howling in pain.

Prospect pulls up with my cargo. Right on time. He can take the smelly fat bastard with him.

———

I’m the Boogeyman. I don’t do deep feelings or get caught up in bitches, and yet here I am, staring at this stuck up chick in hot pink sweatpants that say sassy across the ass, contemplating what her future would be like if I didn’t butt fuck it all the way to hell the minute I kidnapped her.

I should have put a hole in her head, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. She has spunk. The feisty bitch turns me on and confuses the fuck outta me. I was set to do it—end her life, but then she opened that smart mouth and what I expected her response to be wasn’t what I heard. I thought she’d be like every other insufferable bitch and cry and plead, “Please don’t kill me.”

She didn’t though.

Shelly called me a coward for wearing a mask and blindfolding her.

Fuck me if she wasn’t right. I couldn’t look her in the eyes and pull the trigger. I’m attracted to her sure, but there’s a fire in her eyes and I didn’t want to watch it fizzle as I snuffed it out. I couldn’t do it. For the first time in my adult life s

he’s made me feel something other than a desire to fuck or kill.

I needed to kiss her. I had to have one little taste and I knew the moment my tongue slid across those soft lips one taste would never be enough.

Hades may kill me for it, but I don’t care.

I want her.

Maybe I could want more than being the Boogeyman.

Chapter Three

—Shelly—

Coming to, I go to rub my eyes but can’t. Panic seizes me as I gasp for air, feeling like I can’t breathe. Fluttering my eyes open I can’t see. My eyelashes rub against fabric and I remember I’ve been taken.

Slow deep breaths.

Ten of them calm me.

Moving my head side to side I realize I must be on a couch or bed. I recognize the softness of a pillow beneath my head.

“Hello,” I croak.

I hear movement and the scraping of a chair scooting on the floor.

“You’re awake,” Boogeyman’s gruff voice grits in my ear. The heat of his breath sends goosebumps down my arms. “You cold?” His thick fingers rub down my arm.

“Wi—” my tongue sticks to the roof of my dry mouth. “Will you remove the blindfold, Boogeyman?” I manage to get out.

A low grunt is his response, but I let out an inner sigh of relief when his large hand cradles the back of my head and lifts it.

The fabric falls away and I blink a few times as black dots float in my vision. The light in the room is dim and my eyes easily adjust.