Chapter Two
“Well, well, well.” He smiled. “The curious little cat has decided to come out to play.”
Teegan had opened a Pandora’s Box of sorts when she became intrigued with a serial killer. She had no way of knowing Thomas had been following her and knew her every move. When she made the mistake of trying to attach spyware to his computer months ago, she had unknowingly opened the door for him to find out all about her. In her attempt to attach herself to his computer in a voyeuristic way, she had unknowingly opened a door. And he’d quite happily walked right in, figuratively speaking. By doing so, he could now see everything she was doing via her own webcam. He smiled again. Little curious girls often got themselves into more trouble than they ever anticipated.
As he’d observed her everyday life, Thomas had grown attached to Teegan. She had no idea he had broken into her house six months ago and set up hidden cameras. There was something exciting about watching her when she had no idea he was doing so—especially during her most intimate moments. Normally he wouldn’t go to such lengths unless he intended to kill the person he was surveilling, but all bets were off when she’d attempted spying on him. What’s good for the goose and all that…
He had always known it would take a singular kind of woman to appeal to him. He hadn’t expected to feel anything for Teegan but watching her for the last six months had taken care of that. Seeing her when she was happy and playful amused him, as she sang into a hairbrush with no idea someone was watching her dance around the bathroom like a child. Watching her weep in the shower because she couldn’t let her guard down freely with anyone made him want to wipe her tears away. He worried about her adventurous nature when she interviewed killers at the jail or when she walked the streets of Louisville on her way to a crime scene.
He’d never known a woman to be so enthralled with serial killers, unless they were groupies. He worried about her research attracting the wrong kind of attention. It was inevitable, really. Her inquisitive nature put her in danger. His need to protect her was bordering on obsession. And he wanted to do so much more than protect her. He had gotten off more than once to the sight of her pleasuring herself. He knew her nipples were sensitive and that she preferred to stroke her pussy and fingerfuck herself to orgasm rather than rely on a vibrator. But he was tired of just watching. He wanted the real thing.
Teegan believed she had reached out to Black Rose and had no idea the son of Black Rose had taken over the blog. His parents had done all they could to shield their son from their murderous lifestyle, to no avail. He had followed them one night on a job and seen firsthand what his parents were doing. In that moment, he’d had an epiphany: killing excited him. His whole body had quivered with electricity when he watched the life force drain out of that evening’s victim.
Of course, he knew they were vigilantes, but he also knew with certainty that he was a natural born killer. Somehow the darkness that consumed his parents had latched onto him with a relentless, unforgiving hold and he had no desire to try to ward it off. He welcomed the darkness with open arms and gave in to the beast that was now as big a part of him as any of his other personality traits. For now, it was enough to protect her. At a time of his choosing, he would make her his own.