Project: Killer (Project Series Book 1) by J.L. Beck Read Free Book Online

closed, her eyes turning dark.
    “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but—” The bitch stepped forward causing my blood to sing. I almost wanted to get my hands on her just to see what kind of fucked up shit I would do.
    “Kandace, enough…” Maggie butted in, interrupting her. I glanced at the blonde, and then back to Maggie again.
    “No, this fucker doesn’t talk to women like that,” she said to Maggie before directing her attention back to me. “Did your Momma not raise you with manners, asshole?”
    “Kandace, it’s fine.” Maggie stepped in front of her, shielding her body from mine. As if removing me from her sight would get her to calm down. Maggie had balls, but at least with hers came a dose of common sense. The blonde was just fucking dumb.
    “No, it’s not, men don’t talk to women like that. It’s the twenty-first century, asswipe,” the blonde yelled directly at me, her eyes narrowing in anger. Maggie was holding her arms back as she tried to push through her.
    “Is it? I couldn’t tell. You’re complaining about me not respecting you or your friend, yet do you see what you’re wearing?” Nothing she could say to me would penetrate the ice covered tundra called my emotions.
    “Did he just call me a slut?” the girl asked her friend, astonished. I was done with this shit show. Instead of responding, I turned around and walked back toward the table. What happened next, I never saw coming.
    “Hey, asshole.” I heard the voice of the Kandace girl behind me and whirled around to face her. Her fist was raised and coming toward my face. The impact of her knuckles touching my skin didn’t hurt. There was no pain, only anger and rage that she had been dumb enough to think she could touch me.
    I didn’t take notice of the prying eyes around us or that Maggie had grabbed her friend and pulled her away from me. Instead, all I saw was fire and hate. I was fueled and ready to go.
    My hand shot out, gripping Maggie by the throat. If she wanted to take her friends place, then so be it. “You should have let me walk away the first time. You dragged your friend into our little mess and now you want to take her place. Huh? Is that it? You can’t save everybody. It’s time someone taught you that.”
    My fingers dug into her delicate skin. I could feel the blood pumping through her veins and the screaming of bystanders as I gripped her tighter.
    “Killer.” My name was being called, but I wasn’t releasing the girl. No way in fucking hell. I was going to finish this.
    “Let her go.” Jaxon’s voice entered my ears, but I didn’t care. I just squeezed harder. A pain deep in my chest formed. It radiated down my arms and into my hands. I could hear her gasps for breath and see the flutter of her eyelashes as they closed. I could feel the slowing of the blood in her veins as her body began to shut down.
    “People are watching, Killer.” Jaxon’s warning reminded me of the pain I could endure again. My hold on her went slack as I brought her into my body. She was breathing, barely, but she was. The crowd around us was watching intently to see my next move, to see if I would slaughter her.
    I could practically hear their whispers.
    “What have you done?” The blonde screamed, tears forming in her eyes. Why was she sad? She was the one who had done this.
    “Give me the girl,” Jaxon ordered. So I did. I released my hand from her throat and gave her to him. Something in my chest was giving way to the person that I was. I could feel a fracturing of my coldness falling away.
    Why?
    Pain spilled through my head forcing another memory through.
    “You were a good person, Diesel. You deserved the best in life. I know I never told you this… that I waited until it was too late, but I love you.”
    No! No! She couldn’t love me. Who was Diesel? Why couldn’t I remember who I was?

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    maggie
     
    My feet carried me down the hallway in a rush. I was tired of being terrorized by these