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  KILLER

  By Clarissa Wild

  Killer © 2015 Clarissa Wild

  Cover art by Clarissa Wild’s Booming Covers

  Copy Editing by Editing4Indies

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, organizations, or person, whether living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  ABOUT KILLER

  MUSIC PLAYLIST

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  ALSO BY CLARISSA WILD

  ABOUT CLARISSA WILD

  ALSO BY CLARISSA WILD

  Dark Romance

  Mr. X

  Delirious Series:

  Seek (Free prequel!)

  Snare (Book 1)

  Seize (Book 2)

  Scorch (Book 3)

  Stalker

  Killer (prequel to Stalker)

  Coming soon

  Twenty-One (21)

  New Adult

  Fierce Series

  Blissful Series

  Erotic Romance

  The Billionaire’s Bet Series

  Enflamed Series

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  ABOUT KILLER

  This is a prequel to the Dark Romance Standalone STALKER.

  Some secrets are meant to stay hidden …

  Secrets could kill you. My husband is the prime example.

  I’m a trophy wife. Someone’s prized possession, just there to be pretty. My dreams were pushed aside for his. Until one fateful night, one chance encounter, all his dirty secrets were exposed.

  And then my supposed husband is killed.

  I should be sad, but all I feel is anger. My husband is a lying, cheating bastard. And if that isn’t bad enough, I’m now the prime suspect in his murder.

  Only his brother believes I'm innocent, and in his support, I find relief. However, I will find the real killer and bring him to justice ... before he tries to end my life, too.

  WARNING: This book contains strong language, explicit situations, and disturbing content.

  MUSIC PLAYLIST

  “I’d Love to Change the World” by Jetta

  “Everybody Wants to Rule The World” by LORDE

  “I come with Knives” by IAMX

  “Happy Together” by SPiN

  “Pretty When You Cry” by VAST

  “Nostalghia” by Homeostasis

  “Symmetry – THE HUNT” by Johnny Jewel & Nat Walker

  “One Way Or Another” by Until The Ribbon Breaks

  PROLOGUE

  VANESSA

  Never in my life did I think I would be the prime suspect in my husband’s murder. But looking back at the choices I made, it’s not so strange that people think I’m a killer.

  I’m not as innocent as I portray myself. Looks can be deceiving.

  However, I won’t go down for this. Not when I don’t deserve it.

  I should’ve known it would end up this way. That man … Phoenix Sullivan … The moment I saw that deadly gaze in his eyes and the dark way he looked at me, I knew I was in trouble.

  Big trouble.

  And something tells me there’s more where that came from.

  This game of catch won’t be ending anytime soon.

  ***

  PHOENIX

  Look at her, in her fancy white dress, with her fake blond curls, and that sweet, deliciously fake smile. Don’t you just want to fuck that pretentious smile off her face? I do. And I will.

  She had no idea what was coming for her until it was too late.

  You see, I’m not a nice person. When I have my eyes set on something, I do it. In this case, it was killing her husband. She probably didn’t like it, but that’s not my problem. She’s not my target … and she’d better not turn herself into one.

  I had a purpose, and nothing stands between my goal and me. Not even a pretty girl with an ass worth fucking. Nobody stands in my way, and if they do, they die.

  Too bad for her, I’m like a fucking cannon. When I shoot, shrapnel flies everywhere. If she is caught in the crossfire, that’s on her.

  When I want something, I’m going to get it, no matter the price. Whether it’s killing someone or fucking her. I had my cake and ate it all … and damn, it tasted sweet.

  She wants justice; I’ll give her justice … my justice.

  I bet she isn’t willing to pay the price.

  Too bad for her, I always win.

  CHAPTER 1

  PHOENIX

  Tonight’s the perfect night to kill.

  I can feel it in my veins; that undeniable urge that flows through me on nights like these. Exciting like drugs; the murderous kind.

  Clouds prevent the moonlight from bursting through and cover the land in perpetual darkness. There are plenty of lanterns lighting the road ahead, but not the alley where I’m headed. In front of me is a small puddle of water, so I walk past the side to avoid splashing my new leather shoes. You see, I just bought these, and I prefer to keep them clean for as long as possible. They will probably lose their shine after tonight’s killings.

  Oh well, it’s not like I’ll need these shoes for anything other than entering the party ahead and pretending like I belong. Gotta be fancy enough for the big crowd because, of course, someone in dirty jeans couldn’t be nearly important enough as someone in a suit.

  A bunch of fake fuckers. If I could, I’d burn the whole fucking place to the ground, but I’d rather not end up in jail if I can avoid it. Killing has to be done as inconspicuous as possible, so nobody knows I did it until I’ve already disappeared.

  It’s my thing; it’s what I do, or rather what I’ve become. After all these years, I don’t even remember what it was like not to be a murderer. Not that I want to remember—hell, I prefer this life to any other. Especially over the lives of those people in that party who are about to witness death.

  I have to admit, it’s a rush. I just love killing, especially when it’s for the right reasons. Those reasons are obviously always to benefit me. Why else would I fucking murder people if not for my own pleasure? And for the money that sustains me, of course.

  What can I say? I’m the scum of the earth, the disgusting vile that creeps in the corners to jump you at night … and I don’t for a second regret being like this.

  I turn into the alley and come face to face with a bulking, barely-fitting-in-his-suit bodyguard. I cock my head as he frowns at me, probably wondering what I’m doing here.

  “Excuse me, you can’t come in here,” he says as I walk closer.

  I smile. “Why not? This is where the party is.”

  He folds his arms, making himself seem larger, but all it does for me is make it more laughable. “This is the rear entrance. If you want access, you ha
ve to use the front door. If you have a ticket, that is …”

  He doesn’t believe me? Even in my fucking fancy suit? Well, fuck him. I wanted to spare his life but questioning my slickness isn’t something one can get away with.

  “Oh, I have a ticket, all right,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “How dare you talk to a guest like that?”

  “I’m sorry, sir,” he says, “but I’m not allowed to let anyone pass through this door. You’ll have to go to the front entrance where they can check your ticket. Sorry.”

  Of course, they all think I’m not a guest because, let’s face it … I look like a guy you wouldn’t want your daughter to talk to, even if it was in broad daylight in your own fucking home. With my piercings, black hair, and merciless attitude, I usually scare people to death. I have the kind of face you’d see in your nightmares … except, when you see me in real life, you’re really dead.

  Like this guy.

  “Yeah, yeah … so, let me get this straight …” I shuffle around, looking at the floor to distract him. “You’re basically telling me that I can’t walk here, even though this is a public alley, just because this isn’t the ‘correct’ entrance to the party I’m supposed to be attending?”

  “I’m only doing my job.”

  I look up at him. “So am I.”

  In a fraction of a second, I’ve grabbed his coat and flipped it over his head. I twist around, to his back, and wrap it around his neck. The fabric stuffed in his mouth quickly muffles his screams, choking him as I drag him back into the corner of the alley. He claws at the coat, desperate to free himself before time runs out. Stumbling backward, we fall to the ground, and I wrap my legs around his chest to prevent him from moving. His body fights for survival; his legs thrash and his hands punch the air. It’s no use. I will win this fight, as I always do. His energy is waning fast, and his muscles are burning through their adrenaline. It won’t be long now. With his fingers growing whiter every second, all the blood is rushing to his face, in a last attempt to breathe. But it’s already too late; there is no oxygen left and his lungs are shutting down.

  His legs stop moving and his hands drop to the ground, the last groan slipping off his tongue like a ghost leaving his body.

  Death has made his entry.

  It’s done.

  I unwrap the coat from his face and crawl out from underneath him. Then I drag his body to the fire escape in the back and put his body just below it. I take his coat off his dead body and swing it around until it’s long and thin, like a rope. Then I throw it around the bars of the fire escape, tie it, and tightly wrap the other end around his neck. I make sure his body is positioned right and the tension on the coat is just right, so that when the paramedics or police find him they’ll think exactly what I want them to think; that this was a mindless suicide with no further need to investigate.

  Hopefully, they won’t find him before morning, and I’ll be long gone.

  Before I leave, I fish in his pockets and take out a rather convenient card that will grant me access to the back door of the building. Smiling at him, I say, “Sorry, dude. Business is business. No hard feelings.”

  ***

  VANESSA

  One look, a simple glance, can change everything.

  A nod, narrowing eyes, or a twitch of the lips is all it takes to convey a message that destroys everything.

  I should’ve trusted my instincts, should’ve listened to the warning signs. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, the dread rippling through my veins, telling me this wasn’t right.

  Instead, I give my husband the glass, my smile, and a soft pat on the shoulder.

  “Here you go, darling,” I say, giving him a peck on the cheek.

  When I turn to look back at the man I exchanged looks with, he’s gone.

  My husband laughs and takes the glass from my hand, pulling me from my thoughts. “Vanessa, let me introduce you to Cordelia.”

  The woman next to him holds out her hand, her smile full of fakery as she says, “Cordelia, I’m a fan of your husband’s work.”

  “Vanessa, lovely to meet you. My husband seems to have many fans at this party.” I laugh and smile like the good wife, pretending not to have noticed the wink she gave him. Her tightly squeezed dress reminds me of my husband’s hand, which was on her ass just seconds ago. I wonder if the squeeze was good enough, or if he’ll find more asses to pat later.

  In one go, I chug back my drink.

  Everybody looks at me like I’ve gone insane, but I ignore them. I place my glass down on a tray held by a waiter passing by and return with a smile. “So, Cordelia, I’ve heard a lot about you. You’re one of the actresses in my husband’s movies if I’m not mistaken.”

  “Yes, our latest movie will be airing in January this year, so I’m quite excited about that.”

  “Oh, that’s wonderful. Did you work closely with her?” I ask my husband. “Since you two seem to know each other so well.”

  “Ah, yes, well …” My husband chokes on his wine.

  “Phillip showed me all around the set. He’s quite a charmer,” she says, giggling. “He knows so much about this business. I swear that I feel like a rookie again when I’m around him.”

  “Hmm … I can imagine,” I say, smiling again. First name basis already. That went quickly.

  Phillip coughs a couple more times, his wine glass shaking so much that it spills and droplets fall to the ground.

  “Oh dear, are you all right, Phillip?” Cordelia asks, placing her hand on her chest.

  He coughs some more, this time bending over, punching his own chest. I grab the glass from his hand and put it down. “Phillip? Talk to me,” I say.

  “I’m … fine,” he mutters, but I can clearly tell he’s not. He’s coughing too much, more than I’ve ever seen him do, and that’s noteworthy, as he’s a fervent smoker.

  “Do you need me to help you?” I ask.

  “No … no, no, I just need some air.”

  I place my hand on his back. “Let’s go outside then.”

  “I think it’s better if you took him home,” Cordelia says, swallowing away the lump in her throat. “He seems … ill.”

  “Thank you for your concern,” I say. Always so involved. “We’ll be fine.”

  “No, she’s right.” Phillip places a hand on mine. “Let’s go home. Seems this wine was a little too much for my body to handle. I’ve had enough drinks for one night.” He laughs, but it’s more pathetic than anything else. “Besides, I’ve shown my face and talked to some people. The party will probably go on fine without us.”

  “All right, if you’re sure. See you later, Cordelia,” I say, waving back at her while I take my husband outside.

  The doors are opened for us as I escort him outside. My husband dismisses all the help the waiters want to give him, much to my dismay. I help him down the stone staircase, which is quite a feat. The more we walk, the more he leans on me, and it’s becoming harder and harder to help him walk. Soon, I’m the one carrying most of his weight.

  “What’s happening to you? Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine,” he says, the coughs still increasing in volume. “Just had a little too much, that’s all.” He stumbles across the pavement, almost pulling me down with him. I can barely keep us both on two feet.

  “Phillip, this isn’t right. You can’t even walk,” I say, walking him all the way to our car.

  “Nothing’s wrong, I’m just a little … tipsy, that’s all.” He fumbles in his pockets, leaning against the car as he takes his keys out and I open the door to step in.

  “No, no, I’m driving,” he says.

  “What? No way, you can’t. You’re too intoxicated.”

  He frowns. “No, I’m not. Now, step aside and let me drive.”

  I make a face. “Must you always be so damn stubborn? Just let me drive. I can get us home safely.”

  “There’s nothing wrong. Now move aside, woman.” He shoves me so hard that I have to hold onto the door to st
ay steady.

  Before I have time to protest, he sits down behind the wheel and slams the door shut.

  My hands turn into fists as I storm to the other side of the car and mouth some foul words. This man … ugh, the amount of crap I have to put up with is driving me insane.

  I open the door and sit my ass down, slamming the door shut behind me. The car starts and he drives off with a hiccup, hitting a stone ridge to the side of the road.

  “Watch it!” I say.

  “Oh, c’mon,” he says, driving out of the parking lot. “Can you just give me a break?”

  “No, this is dangerous, and you know it.”

  “I said I’m fine. What more do you want from me, huh?” He starts driving faster.

  “Oh, not this again,” I sigh.

  “Keep quiet then and let me do my job.”

  “Your job is driving?” I jest, as we ride through the city.

  He throws me a glance. “Can you just not make it worse? Like, for one fucking second in my life, can you just not annoy the ever-loving shit out of me?”

  The car is going faster and faster, even when a traffic light is eminent.

  “Phillip, stop.”

  “No, you stop.”

  “No, I mean, the lights!” I yell.

  Too late, he’s already rushing straight through after it had turned red. I put my hands in front of my eyes so I won’t see the impending disaster. My heart is racing, my breathing is ragged, and when I open my eyes, again nothing has happened. Phillip is still sitting next to me; his breathing is loud and his veins bulge through his skin, his face red with rage.

  “What in the hell is wrong with you?” I scream.