grabbed her and dragged her back into the shadows.
She lost her shoe in the struggle, and he debated on going back for it or not. When she bit him on the arm, leaving marks, he was enraged. In the shadow of the building, he threw her against the brick wall.
Head met stone, and the thud sickened even him.
As she fell to the ground, he saw that she wasn’t wearing panties. “You’re such a whore,” he hissed, yanking down his own zipper.
While she was out, he was going to take her. No one would notice, since she’d been partying at the fraternity. What was one more dick in the mix?
He made sure no one was around as he pounded himself into her body. Not once did she move, struggle, or make a peep. It made him happy. He could concentrate on getting off. Then he could take what he needed.
As soon as he was done, there wasn’t a second to waste. If his moment of weakness got him caught, so much would be at stake. Touching her bloodied cheek, he noticed she wasn’t breathing.
She was dead.
He couldn’t let the fact that he’d just had sex with a dead girl bother him. There was a job to do. Instead, he pulled out his knife and got to work. When he was done, he stashed his prize before plotting his dumping location. He couldn’t take her to the pond, so instead he rolled her into the gulley behind the dorm and into the storm drain.
Trash deserved to be left where it belonged.
Grabbing his prize, he raced into the darkness, leaving the shoe, forgetting her name, and ignoring how close he was to the edge.
His job was done.
He could go home.
He was satiated and had a prize to cross off his list.
It was a good night.
Well, for him anyway…
* * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *
Galeton University
of Social Science
Friday Night
Three Weeks Later
She couldn’t believe she was back in college. After all, it wasn’t really that long ago that she’d walked the hallowed halls of a different institution. The FBI required all of its agents to have a degree, and she’d recently gotten hers.
Now she was back.
Only this time, she was undercover and trying to ignore the mess that what was back at FBI West.
Johanna Madden was trying to forget what she’d walked away from in the homicide division. Broderick Seaton was still on her mind, and she suspected that he always would be. For the rest of her life, she’d see him when she closed her eyes. There was no doubt that he’d haunt her dreams too.
It sucked.
There was something about him that made her heart pound in her chest. Maybe it was his brown hair and gentle blue eyes. Maybe it was the way he kissed her or held Johanna in his arms. Whatever it was, she was broken since walking away, and she had no one to blame but herself.
Johanna intentionally pushed him away.
She’d closed the door in his face months ago, refusing to let him into her home. He already lived in her heart, but she had to be strong. Someone had to save him, and that meant building a wall between them. When that didn't work, she had to do whatever it took to set him free.
Even if it meant hurting him.
See, she was broken. Inside, there were parts of her that would never work right, and he deserved more than that. If she got sick again, she couldn’t make him live through that with her.
Johanna wouldn’t do it to Brody. She loved him far too much to make him suffer. He was the one man in the world who could hurt and heal her, but his heart had to come first.
She had to make a sacrifice, so instead she walked away.
Yes, she was a coward.
Yes, she missed him.
Yes, she regretted every second of it, but in that moment, it seemed like the best thing to do. He’d scared her.
When he professed his love for her, she didn't know how to react. She’d loved once before, and when she got sick, he left her to fight for her life all by herself. The man she thought would be hers bailed, leaving her
She lost her shoe in the struggle, and he debated on going back for it or not. When she bit him on the arm, leaving marks, he was enraged. In the shadow of the building, he threw her against the brick wall.
Head met stone, and the thud sickened even him.
As she fell to the ground, he saw that she wasn’t wearing panties. “You’re such a whore,” he hissed, yanking down his own zipper.
While she was out, he was going to take her. No one would notice, since she’d been partying at the fraternity. What was one more dick in the mix?
He made sure no one was around as he pounded himself into her body. Not once did she move, struggle, or make a peep. It made him happy. He could concentrate on getting off. Then he could take what he needed.
As soon as he was done, there wasn’t a second to waste. If his moment of weakness got him caught, so much would be at stake. Touching her bloodied cheek, he noticed she wasn’t breathing.
She was dead.
He couldn’t let the fact that he’d just had sex with a dead girl bother him. There was a job to do. Instead, he pulled out his knife and got to work. When he was done, he stashed his prize before plotting his dumping location. He couldn’t take her to the pond, so instead he rolled her into the gulley behind the dorm and into the storm drain.
Trash deserved to be left where it belonged.
Grabbing his prize, he raced into the darkness, leaving the shoe, forgetting her name, and ignoring how close he was to the edge.
His job was done.
He could go home.
He was satiated and had a prize to cross off his list.
It was a good night.
Well, for him anyway…
* * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *
Galeton University
of Social Science
Friday Night
Three Weeks Later
She couldn’t believe she was back in college. After all, it wasn’t really that long ago that she’d walked the hallowed halls of a different institution. The FBI required all of its agents to have a degree, and she’d recently gotten hers.
Now she was back.
Only this time, she was undercover and trying to ignore the mess that what was back at FBI West.
Johanna Madden was trying to forget what she’d walked away from in the homicide division. Broderick Seaton was still on her mind, and she suspected that he always would be. For the rest of her life, she’d see him when she closed her eyes. There was no doubt that he’d haunt her dreams too.
It sucked.
There was something about him that made her heart pound in her chest. Maybe it was his brown hair and gentle blue eyes. Maybe it was the way he kissed her or held Johanna in his arms. Whatever it was, she was broken since walking away, and she had no one to blame but herself.
Johanna intentionally pushed him away.
She’d closed the door in his face months ago, refusing to let him into her home. He already lived in her heart, but she had to be strong. Someone had to save him, and that meant building a wall between them. When that didn't work, she had to do whatever it took to set him free.
Even if it meant hurting him.
See, she was broken. Inside, there were parts of her that would never work right, and he deserved more than that. If she got sick again, she couldn’t make him live through that with her.
Johanna wouldn’t do it to Brody. She loved him far too much to make him suffer. He was the one man in the world who could hurt and heal her, but his heart had to come first.
She had to make a sacrifice, so instead she walked away.
Yes, she was a coward.
Yes, she missed him.
Yes, she regretted every second of it, but in that moment, it seemed like the best thing to do. He’d scared her.
When he professed his love for her, she didn't know how to react. She’d loved once before, and when she got sick, he left her to fight for her life all by herself. The man she thought would be hers bailed, leaving her
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