Poisonous Love (Serial Killer/Stockholm Syndrome Romance)

Prologue  Michael Watkins Luke Roberts Damon Jones Joey Johnson  Four perfectly normal, ordinary guys. They have perfectly normal, ordinary jobs and all live together in a large, perfectly normal and ordinary house in the hills of LA. Michael is a painter and decorator. Luke is a Teacher, Damon is a police officer and Joey is a bank manager... And very very rich. …but, you see, while they seem perfectly normal and ordinary, and to a point, they are, they also all harbour a deep, dark secret. A secret that is so horrifying, it makes the darkest pits of hell seem

Chapter Two I don’t even know how long I lay there on the floor, in an incredibly uncomfortable position but that was the least of my worries right now. Was Peyton ok?! I was terrified, but I managed to calm myself enough to listen closely for any signs that she was ok. I could hear a second person heavily breathing somewhere very close to me, possibly even right next to me, but I assumed if it was her, she was gagged like I was. ‘Which one are you having?’ I heard someone ask, with humour in their deep, clearly male, voice. There was a chuckle. Was this a joke? A game? What did these guys want?!!? ‘That one’. Which one? Did he mean me or my sister? ‘Good, I’ll take the blue chick’. I was the blue chick, which means the first guy meant Peyton. Fresh panic arose inside me. Living in LA, you hear the stories, it's not the safest of places, especially downtown, the city has a dark history, but you NEVER think something like this will happen to you! Upon the realization that the

Chapter Four Ella’s Point of View This guy was such a sick creep. I just sat, terrified and waited for him to speak again, but he didn’t. I had nothing to say and what I did want to say would probably just annoy him, and I'm sure it wasn’t anything he never heard a million times when he’s done this before. Let me go. Please don’t hurt meWhy are you doing this to me? I won’t tell anyone, anything! … and so on. It was crazy, someone like him was doing this shit. Sure, there was probably some serious deep-rooted fucked up reason, but like... He was a really attractive guy, why did he do this? He would no doubt have absolutely no problems finding women… Maybe that was the issue? Maybe it was too easy for him, he wanted a challenge, a big, fucked up, sick challenge, or maybe... It was as simple as he found it fun… … but no matter how attractive he was, how good looking he was, how handsome, it couldn’t hide the fact his eyes... They were just.. Black. You could literally see the

Please note; This is the only chapter that will be written in ‘’No one’s Point of view’’. Also, I have made a new Instagram account for my writing and there is a very exciting and important update posted there about The Deviant CEO Part III and The Outlaw Chronicles Book 3. Follow me on Instagram and enjoy the exciting news!! Instagram name is: amandastjames.vw-----------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Six~ Hours Earlier ~Noone’s Point of View Everyone was getting ready to leave for the night, it was late, but that was the point. There were fewer people on the streets this time of night. While it meant that there would most likely be slim-picking in terms of victims, it meant there was less risk of something going wrong or being seen. Sure, there would be a lot of homeless people in downtown LA, but even when they see something, they DON’T. The gang learned early on, that a lot more people prefer not to get involved in altercations than

Chapter EightDamon’s Point of View As soon as I saw who had contacted me, I smiled, made an excuse and left. Naturally, I had no intention of telling the guys where I was going. I wasn’t stupid. I was the TINIEST bit annoyed, but overall, I wasn’t. I was gonna miss out on the fun of whatever Luke had planned, and what Michael had done didn’t really satisfy the sadist in me, but, I suppose they weren’t my toys to play with. My night will come again soon, For now, that murder itch just had just gnawed away at me until I could scratch it. We only went hunting once a month, well, once a month each. Michael and Luke often hunted on the same evening, it's something they’ve always done, they seem happy enough to share their evening, mine was always before theirs and Joey’s was always after. It was annoying, having to ration it like that, but it's how we stayed under the radar, and once we hit a location for a victim, we don’t hit it again for a little while after, again, less suspicion th