Selena
Do you remember me? I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again.
The words lingered in my mind, the second note I’d found on the windshield of my car haunting, pulling me into an entirely different kind of darkness. Was it possible my past was coming back to haunt me?
The terror was real and ripe, pushing me to the very edge of rationality. And I hated it.
I’d stood staring at the blood-red script, taking me back to the single time in my life when I’d failed completely. I’d failed myself. My profession. And the victims of heinous crimes. The loss had humbled me, shaken me, and provided proof that I could never be cocky. What was I doing lately? I’d laughed even as a few tears had slipped past my lashes, refusing to believe the monster had returned after these years. But the MO was very similar, the same calling card that I’d heard about from the various cops who’d investigated the scene.
The pictures reminded me of the ones depicting the murders of the Voltairs, but there was enough of a difference I hadn’t made the connection. Had the asshole stalking me found out about the single case that had almost driven me out of my profession? A more important and damning question that had entered my mind more than once was asking my inner self if there was any chance Joshua was capable of something so… mind controlling, using the uncontrollable fear and self-loathing against me.
I glanced into the rearview mirror for the tenth time, making certain no one had followed me. Every set of headlights, every person I’d passed and who had glanced at my vehicle had seemed suspicious. I’d needed to send the note to the crime lab to check for fingerprints, but I already knew what the outcome would be.
The reason six women had been slaughtered before the bastard had been caught was that he’d left no DNA, no evidence of any kind.
Until the very last murder. The bastard had gotten careless, a single bloody fingerprint the reason for his arrest. But he’d not only had an alibi from a beautiful and highly respected model complete with pictures, there’d also been a reason the man had been at the last victim’s house.
Business.
It was all too familiar, all too horrifying.
I was sick to my stomach wondEricag whether I was being manipulated or being stalked. I could barely think the name let alone say it out loud, yet when Damien, aka the Butcher, had left the courtroom that day a free man, he hadn’t done sowithout sauntEricag over to me with a smile on his face. And I would never forget the words. They hadn’t necessarily been a threat, but they were ones that had lingered in my nightmares for weeks.
“You did your best, Ms. Barrios. I respect that, especially in a woman. I’m leaving your fair city, my hopes and dreams taking me elsewhere. But one day I will return. One day.”
It had taken me months not to look over my shoulder every single day. Now here I was doing it again. As far as I could recall I’d never told anyone what he’d said. Not a single soul.
For Christine to remind me of the darkest time in my life was simply cruel. However, I couldn’t allow it to derail me one bit. I had work to do, including figuring out why Joshua was being framed and especially why it had become so important to my boss to have the man behind bars. Sure, I knew that there’d been a sweeping desire to eradicate organized crime, but was it possible there was an organized group of people determined to do it in any way possible?
God. I was stretching everything, my imagination getting the better of me. Or maybe I was simply terrified. What I had learned about Christine’s father’s death had troubled me as much as much as what she’d said to me. The man had simply died in his sleep. He’d been healthy, no symptoms but an autopsy hadn’t been done, which seemed odd to me.
My nerves were frayed, the goddamn storm that had lasted all day long making it worse. Damien had struck during nights of bad weather. Thunderstorms. An ice storm. He’d made certain it would be difficult to provide aid if his victims survived. A nervous laugh bubbled to the surface. I wasn’t prone to allowing my imagination to get the best of me, but here I was.
I pulled into my driveway and groaned. The storm seemed more intense than it had that morning, wind whipping through the trees. The lightning had gotten worse since I’d started driving home, rumbles of thunder so loud that I could hear it over my stereo. At this point, I couldn’t wait to be home, safely locked behind closed doors. I’d stopped to purchase a few groceries, including a fresh bottle of wine when the skies had broken loose again, soaking me since on top of everything from the horrific day, I’d forgotten my umbrella.
After turning off the engine, I sat in my car, praying that it would die down. Now I hated myself for not purchasing a house with at least a single-car garage. Maybe because I hadn’t been able to afford it. It was already dark outside, more so given the ugly storm. When a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, I jumped.
I’d never been prone to paranoia even after the various threats I’d received over the last couple of years, but I’d seen the way everyone inside was staring at me through the glass walls of my office. It was as if they’d been poisoned. Even my assistant had been jittery, barely asking me any questions. Or maybe I was just a paranoid psychopath.
I sat back in my seat, staring aimlessly into the rearview mirror when I noticed a car driving past my house at a very slow rate of speed. They were positively crawling. I slunk down further, using the side mirror. It took them a full ten seconds to pass. The creepy crawlies appeared again and I wasn’t certain what to do.
I’d been advised by my father to buy a gun for protection. He was originally from New York, what he called the murder capital of the world. Even our time spent in Hawaii hadn’t broken the thought, his military background boosting his words and need for protection. He was used to violence and danger for people of all ages. I’d refused to purchase one, although theancient machete-style knife my grandfather had used in cutting sugarcane was safely tucked away.
I couldn’t sit here any longer and it didn’t seem the rain was letting up any time soon. At least I could slide into my warm jammies and continue working. Only I had no intention of working on the case. Now I was after something else: trying to determine what Christine’s intentions were in threatening me. If I had to guess, I’d say the lieutenant governor, Karen Jennings, was poised to announce her run for the governor’s position while Christine would saunter in as the lieutenant governor.
On her way to president one day.
I wondered if Karen had any idea that eventually Christine had plans on leap-frogging ahead of her in the great game of politics. Why hadn’t I seen my boss’s unabashed hunger for power? Amazons. The thought continuously rolled through my mind.
Maybe because she’d been correct in that up to now, I’d been the exact same way. A fucking carbon copy, only I had no aspirations of running for office. Or did I?
Sighing, I opened my door, the light flooding in making me wince. I jumped out, racing to the other side to grab the two bags of groceries, the rain pelting against my skin. Juggling the paper bags and my briefcase proved to be significantly difficult. By the time I reached my door, I was soaked, my hand shaking as I tried to insert the key into the lock, cursing that I’d stayed late and had forgotten to turn the outside light on.
The sound of an engine caught my attention before I could accomplish the task. When I looked over my shoulder, the hair stood up on the back of my neck. There was no doubt it was the same vehicle. I slunk against the door, holding my breath asthe driver slowed to almost a full stop. Shit. What the hell was I supposed to do?
Get inside.
Yet the last thing I wanted to do was to call attention to the fact I was standing outside watching whoever it was casing my house. Things like this didn’t end well. Could it be that Joshua had found me? That wasn’t possible. My address was unlisted on purpose, only my boss… Fuck.I held my breath as a truck rolled by, where I was standing lit by the single streetlight on the entire block. This was getting ridiculous. When it finally drove by a few seconds later, I didn’t waste any time, still fumbling but finally getting the key into the small slot. When I threw open the door, I still expected someone would jump from the shadows, but the warmth of my cozy home, including the light over the stove I had left on allowed me to feel a little better.Still, I closed and locked the door, almost dropping the wet bags. I hurried into the kitchen, barely able to get them onto the counter before one of the bags split. Thank God, I caught the bottle of wine before it smashed to the floor.At lea
PrologueSelena“Put down the knife, my love.”His deep voice used to excite me, igniting a fire within my soul. Just yesterday, I could lose myself in his eyes, surrendering to the darkness he brought with him.But not anymore.He was nothing but a cold-blooded killer, a monster dressed in designer clothes and expensive shoes. “Not a chance.”“Then you will die, and it won’t be by my hand. Do you understand?”“I’ll take my chances.”“I can’t let you do that, dear. It would haunt me.”I let out a bitter laugh, tears welling in my eyes. I knew he didn’t care—just like he had no soul.As he stepped closer, I brandished the knife, the blade glinting in the dim light. I could see the fear in his eyes as he jumped back, his anger clear on his handsome face.He looked down at his shirt, noticing the red mark from where the blade had grazed him. I chuckled softly at his surprise.“Then so be it.” I took a step forward, feeling the weight of the ancient knife in my hand. My grandfather had gi
A couple days earlier…JoshuaFear was more than just an emotion; it was a powerful tool I wielded with finesse. It had a way of spiraling out of control, turning dark and all-consuming. But when used skillfully, that paralyzing grip could achieve more than any act of violence before or after a confrontation. I had become a maestro of dread, a force so formidable that with a mere glance or the flash of my eyes, I could freeze a man in his tracks.At least, that’s what I had been told. If only I truly possessed such a gift—perhaps it would save me the trouble of replacing shirts stained with blood. I chuckled softly at the thought as I maneuvered through the rain-slicked streets of Montreal, my destination set for a reckoning.Some might label me a bloodthirsty villain, a thrill-seeker with an insatiable hunger for chaos. But to me, it was just another day at the office, a necessary step to maintain the fragile balance of power in the streets I loved.I never wavered from my mission, n
Joshua“I’m raising the stakes, Shawn. This is a one-shot deal.”“Meaning what exactly?”“Meaning if you win this hand, not only do you walk away with my cash, but I’ll wipe out your debt to those Bratva bastards.”His eyes flickered with intrigue, a glimmer of hope brightening his expression before confusion set in. “And if I lose?”I leaned back, relishing my dominance. “Then you’ll accept the punishment you’ve earned—like a man.”At first, he snorted, but then he realized the weight of my words. “Punishment?”“It’s a fair deal, Shawn. Anyone else would be eliminated for such a serious infraction.”Panic washed over him as beads of sweat trickled down his temples. “I can give you the name of the guy running the syndicate in the U.S. You can have their business.”“Oh, I intend to, Shawn. And you’ll provide the name and all the details I need. What I’m offering you is a chance to keep your life intact. This is a one-time opportunity. Take it or leave it.”He was trapped, cornered by h
“I honestly don’t see the point in continuing this conversation,” I said, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil inside. As a seasoned prosecutor, I had faced some of the toughest cases in Louisville, and dealing with this arrogant jerk was turning out to be easier than I expected. I wanted to feel something—anything—after spending nearly six months with Matt, but the truth was, I felt nothing at all.Surrounded by the lavish wedding reception of my best friend, I was getting dumped, and all I felt was exhaustion. Maybe there was something inherently broken in me that made it difficult to form genuine connections.“You don’t have anything to say?” Matt laughed, a hint of mockery in his voice.“What do you want me to say? I might’ve had a bit too much champagne, but you’re the one breaking up with me. Did I miss the memo? Oh, let me guess: you chose to call me during the wedding festivities for a reason.”“I’d like to hear that you’re upset. That you wish we could talk this through
SelenaThe sting of betrayal was sharper than I expected.It was hard to admit, but there it was. I never considered Matt to be “the one,” yet I had enjoyed our time together. With my busy life, it had been nice knowing that on a Friday night, I could spend a few precious hours exploring the countryside, savoring a nice dinner, planning a weekend getaway, or just staying in to binge-watch old movies.And now I’d caught the bouquet of all things. Talk about bad karma.“You’re going to spill all the juicy details, right?” Jenny teased on the other end of the phone.Juicy details? She had everything lined up for me, but I seriously doubted I’d find a rugged hunk in a fancy hotel bar.“Go have a wild night with Brad. I’m perfectly fine on my own, thanks.” I raked my fingers through my hair, biting my lip—a clear sign of my frustration. Ever since she dropped that idea into my head, I couldn’t shake off the enticing images.“Hot man. Sizzling sex. It’s good for the mind and body. Trust me,
SelenaWell, there went my fantasy.I’d never been good at making them come true, including the whole imagining part. I’d always wanted to be a witch, but that dream wasn’t meant to be. I took another gulp of my drink. A nice bath was sounding better and better. Maybe the gift shop had a small bottle of bubble bath I could buy. I had brought a bottle of wine, thinking it would be for a surprise visit from Matt.I hated myself even more. I was going to drink the whole thing by myself, and I was okay with that."Hey there, pretty girl. Why are you sitting all alone in a dump like this?"The guy was loud, obnoxious, and clearly drunk.Any one of those traits would be off-putting, but all three? Toxic."Because I’d rather be alone than deal with jerk men who don’t understand what a woman wants. You know, the kind full of testosterone and hot air, and definitely not in a good way." I gave him a sweet smile that masked my annoyance, my words laced with the same sharpness I used in court. Ma
Tingles remained, my pussy clenching and releasing. Even a single bead of perspiration trickled down the back of my neck.After finishing the five olives from both glasses, tossing back a solid half of the second drink, I asked for the check, leaving the man with the reprehensible name a huge tip. Then I headed for my room, a little tipsier and less in mourning than before.As I rounded the corner, heading down the corridor, I couldn’t help myself, stopping long enough to remove my heels. There was something decadent about walking barefoot toward my room. I was surprisingly more relaxed than I’d been in a long time.All because of a kiss, but not just any kiss. One so powerful I remained lightheaded.A sudden flash occurred out of the corner of my eye and before I had the chance to make a single sound, a warm body was shoved against mine.Correction, a body as ablaze as mine.I dropped my shoes as the man thrust me against the alcove wall, pressing the full weight of his frame against