Toxyc

By M.S. L.R.

Victoria (Tocxy) Xylander has two secrets. 
She lives a double life, one where she hunts bad guys by night and one where she writes about them. Tocxy keeps both worlds apart, only a super sexy model who isn't all what he seems to be - has his eyes set on her and his name is Shane.

What's her second secret?
Someone who she's had a crush on, someone she's been texting for over a year, someone she's drawn to in a way that scares her. Axel may be everything she ever wanted but he could also mean a world of trouble.

As Tocxy moves from state to state to hide from a past that could be deadly, she faces challenges ahead that could be just as deadly as her past. Meanwhile she plays with fire as she lets Shane and Axel into her life, in more ways than one. Tocxy is caught in the middle of something big, and she has to stop running to face not just her enemies, but herself. She must make a decision and quick before everything she's been trying to keep together, falls apart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stefany Rattles
• Release date: Jun 10, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386542773

Book preview

"S nap me" He

texted

me

.

Smiling down at my phone, I didn't reply at the text and opened up my Snapchat. We had this little game, my not so secret admirer and I. One that I always enjoyed playing just with him. He wasn't a secret admirer because I knew exactly who he was. I've talked to him for over a year now, almost two. He was someone I had crushed on for a long time until I decided to just message him one day. Oh yeah, and his face was kind of plastered on many front covers of magazines and shit, there

was

that

.

The fact that he'd ever messaged me back in the first place was surprising to me. Now we were here, almost two years later. Texting and sexting whenever we wanted, yet we'd never met in person.

I know what you're thinking I'm crazy for going along with this. I mean, taking nude pics and sending super erotic pics and videos to each other wasn't the smartest idea but I couldn't help it and he liked sending me

his

too

.

Of course, I'd never been known for playing nice and although I had a face of an angel, I could do some serious damage. Just ask the bikers I used to run with or the FBI. They could tell you. It was exactly how I wrote it in my debut novel and all of the readers loved but didn't know that it was

actually

true

.

So yeah, my life was full of randomness and as I sat at a Starbucks sending him one of the last topless pics I took, I started typing a new chapter to a series I'd just started, It was early morning in the middle of the week which was great because Starbucks wasn't as busy as it was during lunch hour or the weekends.

My phone lit up and I knew he'd messaged me back but I didn't dare open it right away. It was always a thrill when I got a reply or when he simply messaged me Good morning And I made sure to take care of whatever I needed to take care of before I indulged in talking to him. I couldn't tell him, but he always made my day all that much better.

About an hour later I finished the chapter and got giddy about releasing the book in about two months. I gathered my things, put my laptop and notebook in my backpack and went to the restroom before I

headed

out

.

I pulled my phone out and finally looked at who – I called my fantasy man – had sent me. The first picture was of him lying back on the couch, naked. His hand around his dick and it looked hard as fuck. Putting the back pack down on the floor, I locked the door and looked at the

next

snap

.

The second wasn't a picture, it was a short video that made me wet instantly. He pumped his cock and a few seconds later, his cum was on his belly, well some of it was. He took some of it and used it to rub it up and down on himself.

Oh wow, I wanted to suck the shit out of it

right

now

.

I pulled down my pants and panties and started rubbing my clit, I turned the camera on and recorded myself as I moved my finger lower. It had been a couple of days since I'd done this, mostly because I'd been busy. With all of the sexy messages and videos we had been sending each other, it was overdue.

Needless to say, it wasn't going to take much for me to cum. I turned the camera off and replayed a video he had previously sent me before, one where he had some girl sucking his dick but he'd focused on recording her mouth on him. I wished it was me. I remembered this one, he was at a restaurant in the bathroom after he'd attended some charity event.

I circled my clit for a minute and then fucked myself with my finger again as I watched her suck him until he was cumming.

So I stopped watching and started recording again as my orgasm came over me but I had to keep my mouth shut. My legs shook and I stopped the video as I leaned against the wall trying to catch my breath as the orgasm pass

over

me

.

Yep, I was crazy, masturbating in some random Starbucks bathroom. So I sent him the clips and told him my location like we always did. At this point we'd both done this all over the U.S., seriously.

I cleaned up and walked out of the restroom with a smile on my face as I left Starbucks and got on

my

bike

.

Ileft Brownsville, Texas shortly after my best friend Phoebe ran away. She was seventeen but I was eighteen and got out of there. I'd just taken an opportunity to work outside of Texas while the X’s had trusted me. It’s not like I had relatives anymore. My aunt took care of me when my mother died when I was only a toddler. She took me in and then she passed away in my pre-teen years from cancer. She didn’t have any children and I had been an only child. I had no idea what became of my father but if he was out there and knew about me, he obviously didn’t care so I never bothered to look

for

him

.

The X's had been somewhat of a family to me, they'd helped me when I didn't have a real family just like they'd helped everyone else that was young and stupid. That's what we had all been, young and stupid and even though they did help us they did it for them not for us. It took over ten years for me to understand this. I'd been involved with this gang for a long time, and unlike most of the other females, they actually respected me as much as those bikers could. In the back of my mind, I knew it was because I was under my longtime friend Landon's protection so they knew I was off limits. I had also always pulled my own weight and did my job, no questions asked.

Looking at me you wouldn't think I could break an arm easily or sneak into high secured buildings but I had training from The X's and

then

some

.

Once upon a time I tried to have a normal life, even had a normal job like working for the FBI which wasn't easy but having a sparkling clean record had always helped me. Not to mention, I aced the shit out of the SAT's and most of the tests I'd ever taken. I had a pretty good photographic memory which had come in handy with everything I'd ever excelled at. I wasn't sure if I'd been able to do half the things I'd done if I didn't have a photographic memory.

My normal life hadn't lasted long however, I tried hard to be good and stay away from trouble but it seemed like it followed me anywhere I went – as if I was toxic.

Boyfriends were pretty much non-existent now and honestly, it was better that way. No one needed to be a part of my crazy ass life, not that anyone would willingly sign up

for

it

.

That's how my real last relationship ended, this man I thought I loved and almost married back when I had a normal life – Roman found out about my past and he found out about my writing, let's just say he wasn't a fan of either. We had met while working a case together during the time I was in the FBI. That all ended and at that point I decided that I couldn't pretend being someone I wasn't. I'd never fit in with the normal crowd either.

As I walked past the people gathered in the lobby of a hotel in Oklahoma City, I wondered how many of these authors, models, bloggers, photographers and readers I was friends with on Facebook. I'd liked, commented and supported some of the fellow authors. Hell, I'd even tried starting conversations in the past with some of them. But it was just like with every other crowd I had ever been around, the bottom line was that I was different.

Sometimes I thought something was seriously wrong with me, because people tended to turn away from me or talk over me – when I was Victoria. It wasn't that they didn't respect me per say, they just didn’t

notice

me

.

I strolled past the group of people who gave me odd looks but otherwise didn't smile or wave. I had a burgundy wig on, and wore black pleather leggings, with a lacy black crop top, a brown leather vest over it and long black combat boots.

I smirked to myself as I made it to the elevator with my backpack on my side. It was funny watching people's reactions to my outfits because they probably thought I was some kind of weirdo.

I guess you could say in a way, I was since I was a