Boogeyman's Dream (Devils Rejects MC 2)

“I don’t mean anything by it. Just that she’s pretty. Ya know?” He waggles his brows and I want to smash his face in.

“No. I don’t know but I’ll be finding out soon when I fuck her brains out.”

He laughs and my fingers twitch for my gun. I’m ready to end this dumbass.

“Enough small talk. Get back to work.” I don’t want to know shit about him. Makes it easier when there is nothing personal standing between a man and a kill.

I know I am a heartless bastard. It’s got me this far and I intend on staying this way.

I leave him to it, so I don’t get tempted to off him before the hole is finished.

Inside Shelly is sleeping peacefully. Her lips twitch almost curving into a smile and I wonder what she’s dreaming about.

Probably her escaping me. That isn’t going to happen though. I’ll keep her until I get my fill then maybe I will sell her ass to Tiny Leone. I am sure he can find something to do with her.

I stroke her cheek and she smiles, exposing a dimple in her left cheek.

“Hmmph.” I snort when her smile fades and turns into a grimace.

I don’t want to cause her to wake so I go to the back bedroom to finish up.

Can’t have her sleeping on the couch for the duration of her stay.

Have plans for her.

“How deep you need this damn hole?” The worm looks up at me from his own grave, wiping the sweat beads from his brow.

Fucker has been digging for a few hours.

“That’s good.” I toss him a bottle of beer. It’s a waste of a cold one but whatever. I stare down at him as he enjoys the drink running down his throat.

Glancing up, he says, “Thanks, man.”

“Don’t mention it,” I snarl and pull the piece tucked in the back of my pants then I aim and shoot him dead between the eyes.

Fuck. Should have gotten the shovel from him first. Now I gotta crawl down in his damn hole and get it so I can cover him up.

Chapter Nine

—Shelly—

I don’t know how long I was out for this time or what in the hell he gave me. My head feels woozy as I struggle to sit up.

I rub at my stiff neck. Stupid fucking collar. My bladder feels ready to burst. Slowly, I attempt to stand. Blinking my eyes, I shake my head back and forth. It appears to be dark outside. I make it to the kitchen and grab the countertop for support.

Whatever Boogeyman did to me, I feel sick to my stomach.

Where is he?

I tug at the collar on my neck, remembering the knife I hid in the bathroom.

I only need to make it to the hallway. Not much further. I lean against the wall as I take another step, fighting off the drowsy sensation attempting to suck me back under.

I push the bathroom door open, nearly falling into the room with it as it gives way. I blink and listen to the steady sound of the water spraying in the shower.

The curtain slides back, revealing a very dirty and naked Boogeyman. My gaze zooms in on him, unable to keep from checking him out.

How drugged am I because right now my first thought is how sexy he looks. Water cascading down his dirt caked tattooed body like a waterfall. Droplets of water glistening on his muscles like specks of glitter as the dirt washes away.