Chapter 122. Player No. 2

The guys who were helping Carlos sort out the mystery of the intruder in his house noticed that he had a glow to him, and he threatened them to shut them up. It was not very easy to pay attention when the sounds Fiona made last night were on loop in his mind. The way she had jerked and twitched when she was beneath his hands.

He was addicted, and he knew that he would definitely be coming back for more. He could finally remember why it was so hard to forget her after Vegas when he’d only just met her for a few hours. She became someone else entirely when overcome with lust.

In Vegas, she had given off the feeling of someone who was entirely in charge, and that was maddening enough, but when he had someone like that writhing in his grasp, he was drunk on it, and there was absolutely no going back.

He looked at the face of the man he’d killed just last night. Considering the audacity the guy had shown by intruding into his house, the bullet to the forehead had been