Savage Stalker: A Dark Twisted Serial Killer Romance

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I growled agitatedly, pissed off, my patience wearing thin.

"Fuck. Don't worry, Miguel. I'll handle it."

I hung up the phone angrily, taking my head into my hands, running my hands through my hair stressfully.

Fuck.

When did shit get so bad that I forgot to prioritize business?

I was too busy thinking with my fucking cock, finding my next target on the streets, that I was forgetting about what was important here.

Playing my role in the Los Zetas, as the fucking kingpin.

I had men beside me like Miguel who took care of shit when I got too busy...

But I knew that I probably needed to take a fucking break from this shit I had going on of satisfying my fucked-up appetite for darkness.

I growled, shaking my head and making my way back to my car, ready to drive back into the city.