Kill For You by Kia D. Richards
Tuesday 8 May, 2:30 a.m. ‘Why are you doing this to me?’ Jason Donaldson cried as he cradled his hand to his chest. The man ignored Jason, his eyes scanning the trees. The area was rural, wooded and several miles from the interstate or the nearest home. It was his favourite time of night, the darkest part, the few hours before dawn.