Broken Bonds Boxed Set 1-3

by Trisha Wolfe

  My insides swell at hearing the relief in her voice, but it vanishes just as quickly. “Julian’s dead,” I say.

  Her slight frame tenses in my arms, and I hold her tighter. “Colton…are you all right?”

  I inhale her scent of lavender, her hair soft against my cheek. “I’m fine. It’s not me I’m concerned about.”

  She pushes back. “He was your brother. You’re in shock.”

  I glance around, not feeling alone enough in this hallway. “I can’t talk about it here.”

  “All right. Come on.”

  I follow her to an outside corridor along the side of the building, inhaling deeply as the fall air blasts my face. “We shouldn’t be here,” I say, planting my back against the brick wall.

  “Now that the FBI have intervened, I agree with you.” Her green eyes squint against the sunlight, and I take her hand, bringing her closer. “What happened to Julian?”

  I tamp down the burning ache in my chest. “I think he was the one who deleted the surveillance at the club. I can’t prove it, and luckily neither can Carson, but Julian was involved. Knowing my brother, he was probably making money somehow off the sadistic fuck.”

  Sadie bites her lip, sending a pang of need right through me. “How was he killed?”

  “I left before anyone examined him, but it looked close to the other murders. Close enough for Carson to implicate him.” I expel a heavy breath, shaking my head. “But I’m not sure. Not really. For all I know, the UNSUB killed him to get back at me.”

  Sadie’s mouth turns into a tight frown. “That’s not a part of his methodology, Colton. If he did kill your brother, it’s because he felt Julian was a loose end. I think he’s been trying to eliminate those today.”

  I squint. “If? You think someone else could’ve killed my brother?”

  “After today, after seeing and talking with a victim he supposedly left alive, I have my own reservations.”

  “So what, someone killed Julian and framed the UNSUB? I guess it wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened, right?”

  “Colton. This is not your fault. None of this is on you—”

  I stop her with a kiss. I’ve been dying to taste her lips since I first glimpsed her, safe and here. Not out chasing down a killer. As I pull away, I push a stray wisp of hair from her eyes. “I know, goddess. Believe me, I don’t doubt for a second that my brother implicated himself somehow. I just need to figure out the how before Carson does.”

  She cranes an eyebrow. “Is that why you and Carson both showed up black and blue?”

  I lock my arms around her back. “Part of it. I didn’t want him to have the time to riffle through Julian’s stuff.”

  “And your answer was to kick his ass?” A faint smile touches her lips. “Wish I could’ve seen it.”

  The smile forming on my mouth falls. “But you did see something,” I say, carefully hinting to the video of Avery.

  Her beautiful features contort. She looks away, facing into the breeze whipping her hair over her shoulders. “I’m sure that was the UNSUB’s last message to me. If we don’t find him soon, Avery won’t make it.”

  My thumb rubs the skin peeking between her jeans and shirt. “What’s the message, Sadie?”

  The small knot of her throat bobs. “Meet with him,” she says. Then, looking at me, “And come alone.”

  A pang knocks my stomach. “And you think that’s the only way to save Avery.”

  “It is,” she says assuredly. “But it’s not me he’s asking…”

  At my confused expression, she rests her head against my chest, her whole body one heartbeat of pain.

  Linking my arms around her, I swallow hard before my next question. “Then who is he asking?”

  She tilts her head back until her eyes meet mine. “The killer.”

  11

  Her

  UNSUB

  She didn’t scream.

  That’s what snared my attention. Drew me to the edge of the woods and held me captive. They always scream…

  But not her.

  I had my orders; my mentor had prepped me well. Grab the grungy little whore from the bar and leave before anyone noticed. She was to be his reward for doing away with the troublesome profiler.

  But once I saw her, the vixen in red, I couldn’t help myself. I needed more. After all, he was the one devolving, becoming unhinged. He was the one suffering the attention from her profile being passed around the department like the two-cent whore in my arms. Not me.

  I was a nobody. I could disappear easily. And I would…but first, I needed to witness the destruction of such a beautiful creature.

  Envy clutched me. I was envy.

  He sent me on a rookie’s errand to keep me busy while he had all the fun.

  So I killed the bitch quickly.

  I choked the life right out of her. No teasing out the pleasure, no enjoyment, and certainly no fulfillment. It was simply a task that had to be done in order to shut her up. Because I needed to watch.

  My cock hadn’t stirred once while I throttled the whore. It lay limp in my pants until I saw Connelly slice her dress and tear it from her body.

  My dick twitched, becoming hard and demanding attention as I watched him stroke her chest. She had suffered abuse before—oh, how fucking divine. I saw that, too. During the trucker’s little escapade in the bar. She doesn’t like to be touched; downright fears it. And that gorgeous scar is the proof of her torture.

  No wonder she won’t gift Connelly her sweet screams.

  She’s been broken before.

  As Connelly pushed her down onto the mud-sodden earth, I used the hooker beneath me to get some relief. My aching cock throbbed, and the whore was still warm. I lowered my zipper and pushed my erection against her bare thigh.

  He won’t be too disappointed in me. Look at his prize. Just look at her! If she were mine, I could feast off her last moments for months. She’d quench this growing, insufferable thirst that’s been tormenting me my whole life.

  I had never wanted anything more than I wanted her in that instant.

  Thinking back on it now, I did want her to end him.

  I couldn’t admit that until now. Maybe I even dragged out my desire for revenge a little longer than needed just for an excuse to seduce her. Truthfully, she intimidated me. I knew it the second she walked through those doors.

  I would have to…evolve before I’d be anywhere near her match.

  But let me finish my story…because, oh, it gets much better. Just remembering the good part has my hands fisting Avery’s hair at the scalp, anticipating the ending.

  Connelly, like the true amateur that he was, didn’t respect her, didn’t appreciate the extraordinary creature he’d lured into his woods. He straddled her like a common slut, his knife poised to take her life too quickly. He underestimated her; but I knew she would show him.

  She never screamed.

  She lifted her chin, exposing her creamy flesh, taunting him. And how she taunted. She knew his weakness; he would have to spend an extra moment worshiping her neck—it was his favorite.

  And it worked. He stuck the knife into the ground above her head, then wrapped his hands around her neck, unable to deny himself the feel of her. My cock jumped, and I scrambled on top of the whore like a clumsy, horny adolescent to get a better view. I wanted to look into her eyes, just like he was.

  I was beyond jealous. I was envy.

  Then, right as I presumed she’d begin to lose consciousness, she moved beneath him, undulating her hips, thrashing, tempting him further. I was a throbbing puddle by this point…so completely paralyzed yet at the same time, tempted to slit Connelly’s throat myself. Just to taste her sweet death in his place.

  As soon as the thought entered my mind, she moved. So delicately, like the flutter of a Monarch’s wings, she reached down and slipped off her heel. The spike drove into my mentor’s neck. Blood rained down, covering my beauty in red, splattering her hair and luminescent skin.

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bsp; He clutched the shoe as she pushed him aside like a maggot; not even a full-fledged predator to be feared. She stood above him, soaked in blood, her stained skin glistening in the moonlight.

  I was riveted.

  Of course, I had the choice to stop it. She was taking away my mentor, my master, the man who took me under his wing and improved me. But I couldn’t stop watching. And, oh, how I loved to watch.

  She transformed before my eyes, shedding her vibrant outer layer, a brilliant metamorphosis as she stripped of her cocoon and expanded her wings.

  Those are the wings I craved.

  I would forever long to be swept up into her guidance.

  I knew, right then, that she wouldn’t run for help. She wouldn’t seek her phone, or radio in the attack. She didn’t walk through those bar doors with that ending in mind. I spotted it right away—what Connelly had missed: she’s a hunter.

  While Connelly stalked her, she was drawing him into her web.

  There was no victim in her.

  I never touched myself through the whole scene. As my love looked down on her prey, fighting to staunch the bleeding, desperate to escape her claws, she swooped down and grabbed the knife.

  She knelt in the mud—just as he had done to her—and whispered something into his ear. I craved so badly to know what it was. I would know. One day, I would find out.

  And as she drew back, she let him see the blade coming for him. She moved purposely, methodically, savoring the fear in his eyes as she severed his carotid. One clean, perfect slice. No hesitation.

  I came then. I came hard and furious, the release almost costing me my hiding place as I buried my mouth against the whore’s breast to muffle my cry. I groaned into her dead flesh, my whole body alive and pulsing.

  Pure rapture.

  I was no longer envy; I was ecstasy.

  Ecstasy, I had tasted it. Desire, I had felt it. Obsession…I was obsession.

  Obsession would rule me until I was strong enough to own this marvelous creature.

  I shut my eyes, allowing the memory to entice me, anticipation quaking through my hands. We’re so close now. I uncurl my fingers from Avery’s hair and stroke the necklace chain.

  She goes rigid in my lap. I don’t even have to say a word. After our last session, her fear for me is complete.

  I twist the necklace until her skin puckers and I can feel her breaths through the vibration of the chain. The crest stands out against her soft flesh. I run my thumb over the white and red design, feeling bound to my love.

  I plucked it from the muddy earth, wiped it clean. Cherished it as I delved into Sadie’s world to unlock her secrets. And now, it’s time to return it to its rightful place around her neck.

  The moody trance is disturbed when a beep sounds from the corner.

  I leave Avery in a curled pile on the blanket and pick up the phone.

  Sadie: I got your message. If you want the Countess, then you have to meet on my terms. You know where. I’ll be there, waiting. Tonight.

  A vicious shiver races over my skin.

  Tonight.

  12

  Covet

  Sadie

  It’s impossible to measure the scope of any one person’s struggle. Or to judge them based on yours.

  This case has impacted everyone working it on a personal level.

  I watched silently and passively, feeling helpless, as Colton made the dreaded phone call to his parents about his brother’s death. According to him, he hadn’t spoken to them since before he fled his hometown. Now, his first communication with them in so many years is to deliver news that will forever leave them questioning why?

  And though he may try to disguise the anguish he feels at having lost his brother, I know that it’s affecting him deeply. They never resolved their issues, never made their peace over the love they shared for one woman. Colton will bear that guilt in the way Colton handles everything: he’ll consume the pain, make it a part of himself. And I’ll be there—in the shadow of our world—to bear it with him.

  Quinn is the toughest to uncover, with his thick skin and hard-boiled detective attitude. He comes across as unmovable as a steel beam, and just as dense. But even he’s been pushed beyond his breaking point, the fight inside him surfacing and cracking his tough exterior.

  He’s a creaking branch bowing beneath the pressure of this case. Just as everyone is being changed, he won’t come out unscathed. He’ll have his own brand of scars, and he’ll use them to continue to fight the evil of this world. That’s who he is.

  I look around from my safe and secluded spot in the conference room, regarding each member of the task force with the same discretion. There is no clear certainty to tonight’s ending. Every single member of this department will be tested and challenged.

  Even Carson, with his superior demeanor will fall victim to the unknown. I think he will suffer that more than most; he doesn’t do well with what he doesn’t understand. It’s best if he remains in that dark, for his own survival.

  As Quinn gives the final instructions to his task force, Agent Proctor readies his troop of Feds. The combined efforts of both our numbers covering The Lair will ensure the UNSUB doesn’t move unnoticed tonight.

  “The Feds are all about staking out the club,” Quinn says, pulling up a chair beside mine. “Told you we could use them. And Proctor located that girl. Turns out, she’s not just a member, she’s a pro.”

  I raise my eyebrows. “The UNSUB recruited a prostitute to wear a red wig and dress like me. Not sure how I feel about that.” My tone is rimmed with humor, but that’s only to disguise the disturbed feeling wiggling inside me. The very definition of irony is a pro pretending to be me, when I once played her part. A coincidence or convenience? Everything the UNSUB does is calculated.

  When Colton was lured outside the club a few nights ago by a woman who he thought was me, then jumped by the unis staking out the club, at the time, I didn’t see the connection. I assumed Carson had set the trap. But when Colton mentioned her again, sitting at the table where I frequent, I decided it was time to find my doppelganger and put her to good use.

  “She confirmed a man from the club paid her. Even gave her the dress and wig to wear,” Quinn says.

  “No chance there’s trace on the dress,” I say, knowing the UNSUB made sure to leave no evidence of himself.

  He sits back. “It would be just too easy if Locard’s principle applied to this case, wouldn’t it?”

  I smile. “The exchange principle,” I say. “Every perp leaves something behind and takes something with him. You continue to surprise me, Quinn.”

  He lets my compliment slide. “The dress is with the techs at the lab. But I’m more interested in her description of him.” Quinn presses his fingers to his brow, apparently working out a headache. “It matches Carmen’s description perfectly. The damn UNSUB has been there, this whole time, right in the open, and we never saw him. It feels like he’s not even trying to hide…and we’ve been letting him get away with it.”

  I go to lay my hand on top of Quinn’s, then decide against it, and instead reach for my phone. “We’re not letting him get away with anything.” I tap my screen, opening the messages I’ve exchanged with the UNSUB.

  We’re just a couple short hours away from initiating the UC operation, and I’m uncharacteristically calm. I’ve done this before, but never involving anyone else. I keep looking for a sign from the UNSUB that he’s backing out—but he’s been anticipating this moment for two years. He won’t disappoint me.

  “Sadie?”

  I look up. Colton is there, amid the commotion and preparation for the operation, my focal point to keep me grounded.

  I turn to Quinn. “I’m going to get ready.”

  He nods, and for a brief moment, it looks like he’s about to say something. But just as I won’t offer him comfort with a touch, he won’t unmask his feelings with words.

  There’s still too many unresolved things between us before that can happen.
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  He looks away from me. “Make sure you check in for your final briefing before you set out.”

  I smile inwardly. “I will.”

  * * *

  The hollow click of my key turning the lock echos throughout my apartment. I stand here, immobile, feeling the press of Colton’s intense presence against my back. He rests his hand over mine, his strong chest a solid embrace of comfort as he wraps an arm around my waist.

  “You don’t have to do this,” he says, nuzzling into my neck.

  I inhale his masculine scent; a mix of the club and something indefinably Colton. Sandalwood and cologne, and all male. It bolsters my resolve, and I turn the knob.

  My apartment feels void and unlived in. The only time I’ve spent here recently was to rush in and out. The mood of high anxiety still lurks in the chilly air.

  I set my keys and bag on the living room table, my gaze trailing Colton as he moves around the room. “Nothing’s changed for me. You can’t scare me away,” he says, his fingers roaming over my fireplace mantel. There are no pictures there. Just my obscenely embarrassing porcelain figurine collection.

  “Not even with my creepy porcelain dolls?” I ask, trying to effect a light tone and failing miserably.

  Colton gifts me with a faint smile anyway. “You like them because they’re fragile. Breakable. Beautiful. You like to protect them.”

  I head toward my bedroom, saying as I pass, “I’m that transparent, huh?”

  He reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me to a stop. “Only to me.”

  Licking my lips, I stare into his pale blues. “That night in the club…I told you. I’m a monster. It’s the truth of me. I’ve never admitted that to anyone, Colton. What I shared with you today is who I am. Unlike you, I have never felt any mercy.”

  Taking my hands in his, he laces our fingers together. “But you’re wrong, goddess. You felt mercy for the victims.”

  I shake my head. “I felt retribution. It’s not the same.”