He loved his motorcycle. A Ducati Monster. It's fleshless exterior, exposed bones, and bare guts appealed to him. He could see into the soul of this Monster and feel its powerful core. Cold steel, brutal efficiency, and precise movements; it was as deadly a machine as he was.
More cops would be here soon. The two officers who showed up at Trudy's were rookies. Barely out of the academy. All it took was one look into their eyes. Just one look, and they were his.
Jonny Boy smiled. He relished the image of their twisted bodies. Snap-snap went their necks. He knew what they were going to do even before they did.
Despite his muscular form, he moved with the speed of a lion. Or a Ducati Monster. He was the perfect predator; grace and agility pounded with raw strength and brawn. Absolutely relentless, whenever he was in the killing zone, his mind thought of nothing else. Some called him a sociopath, though he simply had learned how to shut off his emotions long ago. Had he been a doctor or lawyer, he might have been one of the best in his field. But instead, fate put him on a different path - a path that led him to Rachel Chiang.
The Ducati roared to life. Its eyes blazed into the night, slicing a path through the blackness. Jonny looked back at the coffee shop. The paramedics were hovering over the police officers. The shop manager stood behind them, yelling something frantically.
Jonny adjusted his gloves, checked his weapon, and... shit! Where's my wallet? Fuck, did the girl take it?!
He steadied his bike. Think back now. I was talking to her. She had on that delicious little Baby-Doll T-shirt. I looked into her eyes. Her eyes. Her goddamn eyes. Then I was down in pain. What the hell did she do to me? I could feel her... in my head. What did she do to me?? What did she see? Shit, what did she see? Did she... Fuck, what if she knows?
He twisted the handlebars and blasted the Ducati into the night.
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