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©Urban Renewal

©Urban Elite Series

Copyright © 2013 Suzanne Steele

Published by Suzanne Steele

All Rights Reserved

This book is a work of Fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locales, are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All other characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and not to be construed as real. The author acknowledges the trademark status of various products and locales referenced in this fictional work, which have been used without permission. The use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. All rights reserved. No part of this book can be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

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To the Reader

The men I write about are Alpha males in every sense of the word. They are the men society warns you about. They are dominant males with controlling tendencies. They are the men you know you should stay away from even as
you are drawn to them like a moth to a flame.

Each and every character I create has demanded that their voice be heard. I have been true to that calling and I have stayed true to their personalities, which the reader may not always agree with. If you are looking for a sweet romance, you won't find it here. What you will find, however, is dark passion. Often my heroes carry what would be considered an obsession for the women they love. They are dark, they are gritty, and many times their love is dysfunctional but, nonetheless, it is real.

Stalk Me…

 

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Acknowledgements

First and foremost I want to thank God. Without him, none of this would be possible.

I want to thank my family, who carry the weight of everything so I can write. I love you guys and I couldn’t do what I do without you.

I want to thank Eda Spivey Price, my editor, who came at a time I needed her most. Eda, you are a Godsend and I will forever be grateful to you for believing in me at a time when I wanted to give up. You were just what I needed to keep writing and pursuing my dream.

Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

His Trinity

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Eight

Chapter Twenty Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty One

Chapter Thirty Two

Chapter Thirty Three

Chapter Thirty Four

Chapter Thirty Five

Chapter Thirty Six

Chapter Thirty Seven

Chapter Thirty Eight

Chapter Thirty Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty One

Chapter Forty Two

Chapter Forty Three

Chapter Forty Four

Chapter Forty Five

Chapter Forty Six

Chapter Forty Seven

Chapter Forty Eight

Chapter Forty Nine

Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty One

Chapter Fifty Two

Chapter Fifty Three

Chapter Fifty Four

Chapter Fifty Five

Chapter Fifty Six

Chapter Fifty Seven

Chapter Fifty Eight

Chapter Fifty Nine

Chapter Sixty

Chapter Sixty One

Chapter Sixty Two

Chapter Sixty Three

Epilogue

Prologue

His Lair

“Eeeny, meenie, minie, moe, who will be the first to go?” I whisper the words into the silence, my sing-song lilt wobbling slightly as I sweep the knife wildly through the air toward the two women cowering there on the floor. The knifepoint arcs back and forth, from one to the other and back again, with each word of my rhyme. Poke, poke, poke -- just enough to penetrate the skin and draw a bit of blood, over and over and over.

I step back and tilt my head to the side, admiring the crimson mosaic I’ve created. It’s nothing short of glorious.

“Maybe it’s you…Boo!” I laugh as the first one jumps as far back as her restraints will allow, her glossy black hair swinging wildly around her shoulders. Tears roll down her face into the fabric I’ve shoved in her mouth and tied at the back of her head. Bandanas work quite nicely. I love the way the pleading sounds when they’re gagged. With no words, their eyes become so expressive. Funny how a woman is still capable of begging when she can’t utter a word. More so, really.

I go back and forth between their two nude bodies, poking and probing at their skin with the tip of my knife, taunting them with jabs to the chest just sharp enough to draw more blood. I pout dramatically, slowly shaking my head as I resume my rhyme, “I can’t let you go, no, not today, I’m not finished with my game, I still want to play.”

The second woman squeezes her chocolatey brown eyes shut, sobbing in defeat before glancing over at her companion. She seems desperate for some shred of hope against the inevitable. I do hope she doesn’t lose her will to survive—it’s no fun when they don’t fight.

“Not yet, not yet, you can’t go free, your freedom comes when I have three.”

There’s that spark of hope again. Stupid girl doesn’t get it, doesn’t understand that I have to kill three so they’ll take me seriously. I stab the knife into the workbench, far enough away from where they’re tied that they won’t be able to get their grubby little fingers on it. They’ll still look at it while I’m gone, probably strain against the ropes. They’ll try to figure out a way to grab it in hopes of cutting the ropes to free themselves – but it won’t work, just won’t work. So close and yet so far. I’m almost sorry to miss it, truly. But the night is young and there is much to be done. With my quarry secured for the night, I can focus my attention on the matter at hand.

“Now, don’t go getting into any trouble while I’m gone, ladies,” I chuckle as I turn toward the door. I grab the hoodie hanging on the back of the door and slip it on, zip it up and pull the hood low over my face as I head out. With my features obscured like this, someone could be forgiven for thinking I’m just some schmuck walking the streets of Louisville, the kind of guy no one takes notice of until it’s too late.

But I’m not just anyone. Fuck that.

The cool air of early fall feels good as it bites at my senses, making me hyperaware of my surroundings even as my nondescript clothing keeps me invisible – irrelevant, even -- to any passersby. It’s not like I’m dealing with upstanding members of society here—not once the sun goes down. As darkness falls, the city streets become a playground of debauchery and degradation, the perfect place for a predator on the hunt. Like me.

 

 

 

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