looked like it should have been condemned years ago.
They didn’t even need to knock on the door because Reginald’s mother had already opened it, cussing out her son who was nowhere to be found.
“I don’t know where that little bastard is. He’s on the run after that girl put his picture up on the internet and called him a rapist. Far as I’m concerned, if the little son of a bitch did it, I hope he gets what he deserves. That poor girl’s face looks like mincemeat and to rape her on top of it makes me wish I hadn’t even brought him into the world. That boy has been nothing but trouble since the day I birthed him and now this...”
“Ma’am, if he comes home, it’s imperative that you have him contact us. His life could be in danger.”
“Like I said, I don’t care. If those boys raped that girl like she’s saying they did, they deserve to get what’s coming to ‘em.”
As badly as Agent Turner didn’t want to agree with her, there was a part of him that did.
The killer breathed in deeply, flexing her fingers on the steering wheel as if it would ward off some her nervous energy. She pulled into a darkened lot, thinking that this was as good a place as any to park the car while she looked for her next victim, or victims as was the case this time. It wasn’t her normal MO but these two would help sate the uncontrollable urge she’d been fighting lately to watch the breath leave a victim’s body by her hand. It was such a powerful feeling to be in utter control as you watch the light leave a person’s eyes when they died. These two deserved death. She just hoped she could pull it off by herself.
She reached over, opened the glove compartment to retrieve the pistol she had brought with her, and tucked it in the waistband of her jeans. She got out of her car and locked the doors, looking around to make certain no one was watching before she headed out to search for the men responsible for raping that poor girl.
Once again, she the patted the gun at her back and made certain it was covered by the purple leather jacket she wore. She then sauntered down to the stroll and got in the mindset that she would need to be viewed as a hooker. Her hips swayed with every step she made in her five inch stiletto boots. She had pulled off the first part of her plan—blending in.
“What the fuck was she thinking?”
“David, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know this girl is reacting out of fear and misguided guilt. I’m sure she doesn’t want to see anyone else suffer what she has gone through. She’s traumatized.”
‘She’s going to get those two killed is what she’s going to do.”
“Am I supposed to feel bad for them? Because I don’t. They at least deserve a good ass kicking after what they did to her.”
“You, of all people, know how this could escalate. Hell, Rene, the wrong people could get killed.”
Rene held her phone up, revealing the two pictures on Angel’s profile. “I doubt anyone is going to mistake the wrong person for one of these two dirt bags.”
“Well, that’s true but it still needs to come down and we’re going to the hospital to watch her do it. I don’t give a fuck if Angel’s sound asleep. I’m waking her up and making her take this shit down. Damn vigilantes.” He pounded the steering wheel once again in frustration.
“So tense,” she spoke gently as she stroked her hand over his cock.
“Rene, someone could see.”
“Shut the fuck up, boy, and pull back in that alley over there. I want to suck that big, thick cock of yours.”
He quickly started the car and did as she instructed him.
“Put your seat back, David.”
His hand reached down quickly to pull the seat back in anticipation of her lips being wrapped around him.
Her fingers slowly tugged at his zipper and pulled his boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free. She gently ran her thumb over his slit, smearing the pre-cum that glistened there.
“Ahh fuck, Rene, you’re making
They didn’t even need to knock on the door because Reginald’s mother had already opened it, cussing out her son who was nowhere to be found.
“I don’t know where that little bastard is. He’s on the run after that girl put his picture up on the internet and called him a rapist. Far as I’m concerned, if the little son of a bitch did it, I hope he gets what he deserves. That poor girl’s face looks like mincemeat and to rape her on top of it makes me wish I hadn’t even brought him into the world. That boy has been nothing but trouble since the day I birthed him and now this...”
“Ma’am, if he comes home, it’s imperative that you have him contact us. His life could be in danger.”
“Like I said, I don’t care. If those boys raped that girl like she’s saying they did, they deserve to get what’s coming to ‘em.”
As badly as Agent Turner didn’t want to agree with her, there was a part of him that did.
The killer breathed in deeply, flexing her fingers on the steering wheel as if it would ward off some her nervous energy. She pulled into a darkened lot, thinking that this was as good a place as any to park the car while she looked for her next victim, or victims as was the case this time. It wasn’t her normal MO but these two would help sate the uncontrollable urge she’d been fighting lately to watch the breath leave a victim’s body by her hand. It was such a powerful feeling to be in utter control as you watch the light leave a person’s eyes when they died. These two deserved death. She just hoped she could pull it off by herself.
She reached over, opened the glove compartment to retrieve the pistol she had brought with her, and tucked it in the waistband of her jeans. She got out of her car and locked the doors, looking around to make certain no one was watching before she headed out to search for the men responsible for raping that poor girl.
Once again, she the patted the gun at her back and made certain it was covered by the purple leather jacket she wore. She then sauntered down to the stroll and got in the mindset that she would need to be viewed as a hooker. Her hips swayed with every step she made in her five inch stiletto boots. She had pulled off the first part of her plan—blending in.
“What the fuck was she thinking?”
“David, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know this girl is reacting out of fear and misguided guilt. I’m sure she doesn’t want to see anyone else suffer what she has gone through. She’s traumatized.”
‘She’s going to get those two killed is what she’s going to do.”
“Am I supposed to feel bad for them? Because I don’t. They at least deserve a good ass kicking after what they did to her.”
“You, of all people, know how this could escalate. Hell, Rene, the wrong people could get killed.”
Rene held her phone up, revealing the two pictures on Angel’s profile. “I doubt anyone is going to mistake the wrong person for one of these two dirt bags.”
“Well, that’s true but it still needs to come down and we’re going to the hospital to watch her do it. I don’t give a fuck if Angel’s sound asleep. I’m waking her up and making her take this shit down. Damn vigilantes.” He pounded the steering wheel once again in frustration.
“So tense,” she spoke gently as she stroked her hand over his cock.
“Rene, someone could see.”
“Shut the fuck up, boy, and pull back in that alley over there. I want to suck that big, thick cock of yours.”
He quickly started the car and did as she instructed him.
“Put your seat back, David.”
His hand reached down quickly to pull the seat back in anticipation of her lips being wrapped around him.
Her fingers slowly tugged at his zipper and pulled his boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free. She gently ran her thumb over his slit, smearing the pre-cum that glistened there.
“Ahh fuck, Rene, you’re making
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