I had a dark psychological appetite of my own.
I had too much money to make...
Too much business to handle.
Keeping the mafia on the feds payroll, so we never took a fall for smuggling cocaine into the country and selling it, building our fucking empire.
I made my way into the mall, and walked into one of the stores to buy a packet of cigarettes.
Just as I made my way to the till, I caught a glimpse of all the newspaper issues on the table for sale, too.
"Fifteenth body found. Ruthless serial killer on the loose."
That was the headline plastered across the front of the newspaper.
They were connecting the dots, and seeing that all of these missing bodies were all linked to one man.
But I knew that they had no chance of finding out who the man was, so I couldn't give two fucks about what they put out in the papers.
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Savage Stalker: A Dark Twisted Serial Killer Romance
RomanceImmerse yourself in the deliciously dark & sexy romance, "Savage Stalker". In a city gripped by terror, a calculating serial killer sets his sights on a woman, intending her as his next victim. However, when his dark obsession transforms into an une...
