Dark Captor (Dark Syndicate 2)

Kindness.

It’s now I should feel like a prick. I’m a fraud and I haven’t even started to wreak havoc yet. I’ve come to learn a man who can control emotion can use that as a weapon. Become immune to the principles of right and wrong. Good and evil.

You’re dangerous and effective when you wield such control. It helps in the art of manipulation. And the art of war.

“Grazie Bellezza,” I answer back in Italian sowing the seeds of what I see twinkling in her eyes. Attraction… it’s there.

“Thank you. Have a nice day.”

“You too.”

I watch the beauty walk away from me—the beast—rushing over to a man I’m certain is the same type of monster as me.

She looks back though. Glancing back at me before she gets to him and I see a path open wider to achieve what I must.

The next time she sees me, she’ll trust my face.

From what I saw in her eyes, the woman may come willingly, like a lamb to the slaughter. Not knowing I’m worse than the devil she knows.