Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
“I like it,” he replies. “Doesn’t it make me look sexy?” I giggle as he puts my hair behind my ear, his hand lingering to cup my face. “And I don’t need to dance at a party to know I want to kiss you.”
As his lips touch mine, a memory flashes through my mind of the guy in the suit licking the rim of my ear, making me turn away. God, that fucker has already invaded my mind.
“Something wrong?” Jason asks.
I pick up a wineglass and take out the bottle of wine from the cupboard. “It’s just that I realized I haven’t even gotten drunk tonight. And I don’t want to be the only sober person on campus right now.” I pour in the entire glass and chug it down.
“Well, pour me some too, then.” Jason grins as he slides a glass across the counter. I fill it up and hand it back.
“There you go.”
“Thanks,” he says, and he takes a sip.
I chug mine down in one go. “Another one.”
“You’re really going for it, aren’t you?” he muses.
“Yup,” I reply, feeling miserable.
I grab my chocolate bar and take another big bite to ease the tension. “I … Let’s just go upstairs.”
“Your bed? No way I’m gonna say no to that.” He puts down his glass, grabs me, and drags me away so fast I drop the chocolate on the counter.
“No! My chocolate.”
“I’ll give you something better.” He winks.
Oh boy.
KAI
It’s stupidly easy to find Lana’s sorority house. I guess those friends of hers really don’t mind spilling all the beans if it gets them a dance or two with a guy they think is horny for them. Lucky for me, I play the part right to ease them into telling more than they should have while I danced with them for just a few minutes. All I had to do was convince them I’d come visit them sometime. Which wasn’t an entire lie, but they won’t need to know that.
I walk into the back alley, trying to be as inconspicuous as I can when I jump up to catch the emergency fire exit and pull it down to the ground. I jump on and climb toward the top, where her room is, and I make my way across the narrow metal until I find her window. It’s opened slightly, and I push my fingers through to release the lock and push it open so I can crawl through.
I close the window behind me so no one outside will be alerted to my presence before I head farther inside. I lift my mask over my head to look around. The room has a regal blue tint and gold foil lining the walls, and lots of expensive clothing brands like Gucci and bags from Hermes lie scattered around the room. The closet is stuffed with clothes and shoes practically falling out.
On the wall is a shelf with a ton of books, some of which haven’t been touched in ages, judging from the dust collecting on them. A ton of homework is piled on her desk, all neatly assorted, pens with pink fluff balls on them, just like I expected from a rich Mafia princess who’s been sheltered all her life.
But nothing like I’d expect from the vicious killer I met that night.
I smirk to myself.
Interesting.
After I’m done looking around, I zip open my bag and pull out the mini camera, then push it between the dusty books, making sure it’s not visible to the naked eye. Then I check my phone to see if it’s turned on and ensure I can access it from my account.
Perfect.
I go ahead and shuffle through her stuff to see if I can find something interesting, like proof that she was going to that guy’s house to kill him, or future targets, careful not to misplace anything so she’ll never know I was here. Her laptop sits closed on her desk, so I open it, but it’s protected with a password.
Of course.
What could it be?
I type in some things that come to mind. She said she had a boyfriend, his name was …
“Jason,” I mutter as I type it in.
Error.
What then?
I try the brands in her room next, but none of them work. Maybe her full name? Or birthday? Which I don’t know, but I can ask Brooke or Irina next time I see them. If I can’t get into the laptop today, then maybe the next time I sneak into her room.
Suddenly, I hear someone come up the stairs.
I swiftly lower my mask again and rush toward the window, but when I try to pry it open, it won’t budge.
Fuck! Why the fuck won’t it open?! C’mon, you stupid piece of shit!
I groan in frustration, but the noise is getting closer and closer.
There’s no more time.
I turn around and make a run for the bed, sliding to my knees before I crawl underneath … just as the door opens.