The Profilers (10 page)

Angel waited until the agents left and grabbed her phone. She was out for vengeance and she had no intentions of waiting for the cops to get it for her.

She held the phone out, took a bunch of selfies, and then immediately went to every profile she had online and posted them with a message. She also went to both of the men’s profiles, downloaded their pictures, and posted them with a warning. She wanted to make sure other women knew what they looked like and stayed away from them. She was also going to make sure that anyone inclined to kick ass, got the right guys.

This is what was done to me last night by two men who go by the names ‘Bobbie’ and ‘Reginald.’ They are known to hang out in the west end area of Louisville, Kentucky. If you see these two men, please stay away from them unless you want to end up like me.

She posted the pictures before she could change her mind. Another thought hit her and before she closed the window, she went back in and put the location of where she had been assaulted under the comment section. She was confident they would get the shit kicked out of them by some well-meaning vigilante. With any luck, maybe the neighborhood would get to them before the cops did. For the first time since the attack, she rolled over and went to sleep in peace.

The funny thing about being a serial killer is that even if you start killing due to some sense of justice, you develop a thirst for blood. After a cooling off period, when you can no longer relive the excitement of the last kill, you get the itch to kill again.

Social media has provided a means to stalk with an ease and anonymity that was never available before the popularity of home computers. This worked out perfectly as there were two new members in the chat room the killer wanted to check out. One had been secretive about her identity, which was completely understandable, but the other had been an open book.

Now was as good a time as any to see if the various sites and profiles she had provided were legitimate. Sure enough, when the research was done, the killer was convinced Angel was a victim. This was hitting close to home too, which would work out quite well. Right there, posted for all the world to see, was a picture of the pimp who had been responsible for the abuse of one of the serial killer’s victims as well as Angel’s. She even posted pictures of her injuries along with a warning about the two men who hurt her. Finally! A woman fighting back! Yes, this one was worthy of help. This one was making sure her voice was heard. It would be easy enough to pick up these dirt bags. The only question was how to subdue two full-grown men.

Agent Turner kicked trash out of the way as he and his partner made their way up to a house that 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 me crazy and you haven’t even started.”

“This way I know you’re sated and your mind’s on me. It’s where your mind should always be, boy—on your Mistress.” She took his chin in her hand and forced him to look at her. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me. In fact, now would be a good time for you to wrap your hands around that headrest.” She watched as he obeyed her before she locked her lips over the engorged head of his cock.

Her hand pumped at the base of his hardness as her throat opened up to take him in. A systematic rhythm ensured that she sucked more intensely every time he exited her throat. When his cock head reached her lips, she swirled her tongue under the head, hitting his sweet spot. She tormented him until the warm spray filling her mouth assured her that he was no longer stressed.