See No Evil – The Book of Legend Read Online Tiana Laveen

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 112755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
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He took another drag of his cigarette, then set it down. “No room for slip-ups. I’m not going back to prison. Nobody is going to catch me doin’ shit.” His gaze turned to ice—no doubt he meant every word. “But they are dyin’, by my hand. Believe that. Their cunt wives who knew they were married to some mothafuckin’ degenerates, and said nothin’, better buy that black dress, ’cause I’m comin’. The devil is on his way…”

She disregarded the waves of anxiety that rolled through her very soul from his words.

“What will killing them give you?”

“Peace. Resolution. A guarantee that they can’t do it to any other child.”

Their gazes hooked, then he went to her and wrapped his arms around her so tight, it felt as if the hug was the only thing keeping him from losing the last bit of sanity.

Then, he slowly released her and he looked into her eyes, a faint smirk making an appearance on his face. A flash of vulnerability came and went as quickly as a raindrop falling into an ocean.

“It’s all right if you want to leave. I’m not gonna do anything to you, but you look concerned.” He paused, then added, “Just know in advance, about ten seconds after you leave, all the evidence,” he pointed to his closet, “will be gone, and it’ll be your word against mine if you wanna run and tell dat to the authorities.”

“I know you’re not going to hurt me, and I have no plans of doin’ what you say.”

He crossed his arms, and she mirrored his stance.

“Are you afraid of me now, baby? You can tell me the truth.”

“…A little.”

“Do you think I’m crazy?”

“It’s possible. It’s also understandable.”

“You’ve asked me a lot of questions today. I want to ask you some if you don’t mind.” His entire tone and demeanor changed then. He appeared smug. Resolute. Bitter. Would she be his mental and emotional punching bag?

“What do you want to ask me?”

“Do you know the statistics for a pedophile to molest or rape again? You know, the chances of them reoffending?”

“You know that I do, Legend.”

“Well, I’m going to say it anyway. You see, there’s an eighty-seven percent chance they’ll reoffend, even with treatment. That doesn’t match the figures that are posted online, which show a much lower, inaccurate number, but there are actual leaked FBI files that show the real number. Of course, that would fuck up the judicial and penal system, so they keep that under wraps.”

“Yes, I know. A lot is hidden. There is more protection for the perpetrator than the victims.”

“They can’t be rehabilitated, Desiree. There’s no hope for them. If a mothafucka is attracted to a kid for sex, there is no curing that shit! It’s just not going to happen. We want what we want, and it’s hardwired in us. Ninety-six percent of kid fuckers are men. Seventy-six percent of those sons of bitches are married. See? You’re not the only one who can give performances, and offer helpful speeches with all kinds of data to back it up, baby.” She looked away, but he grabbed her chin and made her face him. “I’m fuckin’ smart. You’ve had one of the smartest mothafuckas on the planet, in your presence! In your life! In your bed!

“Ain’t nobody got shit on me in the brains department. I investigate. I plot. I KNOW.” He tapped on his temple as he glared at her. “Even when they’re old and feeble, and can’t get their dick up anymore, they’ll use a finger… a stick… their mouths. By any means necessary, they will get their gratification. They’ll be in groups where they laugh and get turned on by kids gettin’ fucked on film, and you have the gotdamn nerve to ask me what do I get from them being dead?! I GET SATISFACTION KNOWIN’ THEY’RE IN HELL. WHERE THEY BELONG! That’s what the fuck I get!”

She took a deep breath and nodded.

“Do you know what’s on the dark web, sweetheart? Do you realize how many underground organizations are creating child porn, sellin’ it, getting rich off child sex trafficking? Sometimes, their own families sell them. Do you know how many mothafuckas in political office have a desire to mess with kids, and go to Thailand, or places like that, so they can mess around with children with little to no law enforcement stopping them? They come back to the United States, kiss their wives and children, eat dinner, stand up in church and sing songs while clutchin’ a Bible and talking about, ‘Let’s Make America Great Again,’ when just two days prior, they were suckin’ a thirteen-year-old girl’s little breasts, that haven’t even fully developed, and ruining her gotdamn life!

“This is the sick ass world we’re living in, and since I’ve shown you all of this, I may as well go out with a bang!” He got so close to her face, she could barely distinguish his features. Just blurs of anger… “I donate to cloak-and-dagger sting operations. A sting operation is an underground group that hunts pedos, and hurts them badly. Castration and disfiguring, to name a couple techniques. I help pay for weapons to kill these mothafuckas, too. All this money I’m making just ain’t all for cookin’ school. In prison, I killed four of them myself. I asked for three minutes.” He held up three fingers. “That’s all I needed. Paid the guards good. Then I’d slip in their cell and slit their fuckin’ throats. Watch ’em bleed out. I slept good those nights too, baby. These three mothafuckas,” he marched away from her and pointed to the display inside his closet, “are special to me.


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