บททั้งหมดของ Her Stalker: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

| Brixton |Being on the roof brings back so many fucking memories of me and little Bird, it's almost as if I'm being hit with every single one all at once. Gazing upon the darkened city as I smoke a blunt to my face, I dangle my feet over the edge of the roof and watch the people below me with pure fascination. If Trig was here right now, then we'd be dropping globs of spit below, trying to hit the fuckers as they walk by. Yeah, almost forty, and I still act like a fucking child. Loneliness sets in the longer I'm up here, and I know for a fact that it's because little bird isn't here. If she were, I'd be watching her from up here, but the view into her window is empty.It's been almost a full week since I was at her apartment last, jacking off in her bathroom, and leaving her stuff sticky with my come. I chuckle at the thought and take another hit. My texts have all gone unanswered and my calls have been rejected, and I'm slowly beginning to wonder if the plan I have to get her back

| Brixton |I stare down at my little bird, covered in my come, with little gashes all over her skin from my knife as the blood begins to mix with my seed. Her nipples are hard and red from sucking on them, screaming at me to be tortured again. Her chest heaves, making her tits bounce lightly with each breath she claims. With her legs spread, I can see her pussy lips glistening from my come and hers, and all I want to do is put my tongue between her thighs and fucking devour her. I grab my knife again and twirl it around in my hands, enjoying the shocked expression her eyes fill with as she watches me. I pull out two cigarettes from my pack and put them between my lips, lighting them at the same time. I hand her one and suck on the other, now looking at the ceiling."I fucking want you back, little bird.""Brixton, I... I don't know.""That wasn't a fucking choice, Harley. I'm telling you, I fucking want you back. You're. Fucking. Mine."I slide the blade under her chin, forcing her f

| Harley |Standing near the window, Brixton pulls me down on his lap, protectively curling his arm around my waist. I find myself leaning into his comforting hold and laying my head on his shoulder, finally releasing the breath I've been holding."Brixton, what are we even doing?"I ask again, almost as if my question is playing on repeat."I've been waiting for you to fucking tell me that exact answer."He grins at me when I look at him, our gazes locking intensely on each other."You know I fucking want you back, little bird...but the question is, do you fucking want me back?"His eyes glimmer like water under the moonlight as I peer deeply into his liquid blue orbs."Brixton, I want to be with you, but…"He puts his bloody finger to my lips to silence me, which works immediately the second I taste the metallic flavor of my blood in my mouth."Shh... I hate the fucking word but."He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear using his bloody fingers, making me cringe as the crimson subst

| Harley |The second I step outside and turn my head, my jaw drops, and I rub my eyes as if they're playing tricks on me. I step cautiously toward him while he flaunts a deadly, sexy smile."You look beautiful tonight, Harley."No way is it him..."You do remember who I am, don't you?"He walks closer to me, finally standing under the light, which accentuates his features and lets me clearly see who he is."Um, yeah. I remember who you are, but I never caught your name back then.""It's Callum, which you know now.""Right, Callum."He gives my body a seductive once-over that has me sweating and shaking in the spot on the pavement my feet are glued to.He's the CO that was there when I visited Brixton in prison. I've only seen him once, so this is a huge surprise."I know you're shocked to see me, but I promise I didn't know who you were until after I booked the date and they sent me your picture…But Smut Slut, huh? That's a unique username."His statement makes me blush, and I can't

| Brixton |"You'd better start fucking talking, Trig.""What.""The.""Fuck.""Did.""You.""Do?"He lowers his head and shakes it, running his hands over his face in complete shock, giving me the impression that he sure as fuck knows what Callum is talking about."Remember that hit we did down in Mexico for him all those years ago?""Yeah, how could I fucking forget? We were held and tortured for a fucking week until we broke free."I take a sizable drag off the blunt and hold the smoke in my cheeks as I gaze at the stars that twinkle above me and wonder if my little bird is okay."What the fuck about it? What did you fucking do that has him so fucking pissed off? I didn't do shit, so I know it's gotta be something your snake ass did."He sighs and shakes his head, giving me an apologetic look as I ball my fists at my sides with the blunt between my lips, trying to hold back from hitting him."Remember the package that we were supposed to bring back for him?"My gaze turns murderous