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    The Massacre Ball
    The Massacre Ball
    The Massacre Ball
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    The Massacre Ball

    By Kitty Thomas

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    “Brian and Mina are THAT couple for me. I don't care what they do, how they do it or why they do it. I'm going to be rooting for them EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.” - Morgan, Goodreads

    You’ll never catch Brian at a formal dress masquerade ball... unless he’s got someone to kill. But hiding in plain sight, right under the noses of all the wealthy polite people of society is motivation enough to get Brian to put on a suit. And the kill is perfectly planned.

    But all is not so neat and tidy. An old rival of Brian’s is vying for the same job, but he intends to take more from Brian than just a contract.

    It’s spooky season, and the stakes have gotten higher and just a little bit scarier.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKitty Thomas
    Release dateOct 25, 2023
    ISBN9781960480262
    The Massacre Ball
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    Kitty Thomas

    KITTY THOMAS writes dark sexy stories that play with power. She is the author of Comfort Food, published in early 2010, and considered the Original dark romance.To find out FIRST when a new book comes out, subscribe to Kitty's New Release List: KITTYTHOMAS.COM

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      The Massacre Ball - Kitty Thomas

      Chapter 1

      Brian

      Summer has just slipped into fall. The morning is finally crisp enough for my favorite black leather jacket. It’s warm and comforting and carries so many fond memories. I’ve killed so many people wearing this jacket.

      I sit in a nondescript black sedan, parked a few yards away from a cul de sac in a nice suburban neighborhood, sipping my black coffee. Ordinarily this car wouldn’t exactly be considered nondescript; I look like an agent from the government. But in this Upper Middle Class Pretending To Be Rich neighborhood, there are at least twenty other cars that look just like mine.

      In fact, I’m currently parked in a driveway that normally has the same make and model, so it’s perfect. Like fate.

      The occupants of the house are at work. I'm just within receiving distance from the listening devices I have planted in the two-story house that sits nestled in the middle of the cul de sac.

      I turn up the volume on the wireless receiver when I hear Aidan’s aunt start to scream at him again. I flinch, pushing back the flashback to my own childhood. This feels all too familiar.

      I’ve been watching this bitch for two and a half months, waiting, deciding her fate. And she is testing the very limits of my patience.

      After all my plans blew up on the Fourth of July, and Mina and I had to go in and kill everybody by hand like we were running a murder craft fair, Aidan was the sole survivor. The kid hasn’t spoken a word about what happened no matter how many nice police officers with milk, cookies, and a fake smile ask. I will never acknowledge it to anybody, but I kind of like this kid. He’s tough for a little guy.

      His father wasn’t even declared dead because we took care of those bodies.

      He’s simply missing. The police have their suspicions, of course, but no body, no crime. Plus, this isn’t exactly a crackpot top team of brilliant detectives like you see on TV. They’re just normal people, made bitter by how many jackasses the world contains and the limits and constraints on their crime solving budgets. More than half the time when they send evidence off to a forensics lab, the results come back inconclusive or don’t match anything on file. And then what?

      All those fingerprints and DNA samples and other sundry clues are only useful if the bad guy is in a database somewhere, and I’m not. Neither is Mina. In real life, law enforcement relies on the dumbness of the average criminal to get caught doing some petty Starter Crime and end up in the system. Until such stupidity is committed, the authorities are usually shit out of luck. It’s not magic.

      Sure, things like facial recognition software and the fact that everybody’s phone is a spy camera and listening device now can make things tricky, but not impossible if you know what you’re doing. And I do. So I doubt the mysterious disappearance of Stryker will ever be more than an unclosed case file collecting dust in the back of some filing cabinet.

      But I haven’t been watching Aidan to make sure he doesn’t talk. Even if he talked, the police still wouldn’t be any better off than they started when it comes to leads. I mean, he’s five. Come on. They are grasping at straws here.

      No, I’m watching his fucking caretaker. Eliza Snow is his mother’s sister and seems to suspect Aidan’s dad killed her. And she is very bitter about this supposed fact. I’m about eighty-six percent sure he didn’t, but it is true that without Stryker’s unsavory dealings, the mother would probably still be alive. So in his own way, maybe he did kill her. But my money is on one of his enemies. It’s always one of the enemies.

      There are two ways to go as a career criminal. You either stay out of relationships altogether so nobody has leverage on you, or you build a family to make you look respectable, always knowing and accepting they may eventually become collateral damage. Actually, there is a third option: you put an impenetrable security detail on your loved ones. But no security detail is truly impenetrable, so realistically you’re working with the first two options.

      Getting attached to anyone your enemies can use against you is the cardinal sin, and it appears that Aidan’s father may have committed it. Either way, this bitch has hit Aiden on three different occasions in the space of two months. Eliza Snow isn’t the name you would associate with the evil stepmother of the story, she sounds more like the princess lost in the woods.

      She resents being thrust into motherhood when that wasn’t her life plan. And Aidan looks a bit too much like his father for her tastes. She has a high-powered career and no husband—otherwise known as… nobody who will miss her.

      Mina doesn’t even know I’m doing this—watching this house and this kid. I can’t bring myself to tell her about it yet—or if all goes well, ever. It would kill the very last bit of evil reputation I have with her, and I just can’t be her whipped puppy. I can’t. I am a killer, and any time I do something soft and nice that makes me seem like something more, I know I’m only misleading her.

      I will never be more than a monster, and while maybe she’s grown darker, she’ll never be as bad as me. I don’t want to give her the false hope that we can ever have some fairy tale romance—some sweet happily ever after. I’m not that guy. I would say she knew that from the beginning, but it wasn’t as though she chose me. I chose her, and she had to mold herself around that new reality. Whatever feelings she may have developed for me since then, no doubt started as Stockholm Syndrome. And is it even possible for a relationship started that way to end in anything real? I have my doubts.

      I hear a noise I can’t quite discern, and then Aidan is crying. I don’t know if she hit him again or just threw something in his direction. I tense.

      Pull yourself together, you’ve got school, she hisses, her voice so inhuman it rivals mine. We’ll see how she deals with a grown up version soon enough. I grit my teeth and wait.

      Everything inside me wants to run into that house and choke the fucking life out of this bitch. She’s too much like what made me this way, and she has no idea the fire she plays with by just existing on my radar.

      I let out a slow breath when I hear the brakes creak on the school bus as it pulls into the cul de sac and stops, waiting for Aidan to come out so he can go to first grade. Normally they start them in first grade at six, but he’ll be six next month. It’s close enough. I don’t want to think about why I know these random facts about elementary school all of a sudden.

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