Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“You can try,” I tell her, shifting the grip on the knife under my hip.
She lets out a loud cackle that passes for a laugh and wraps both hands around my throat, squeezing hard. “You’re dead bitch.”
I squirm, giving her a few seconds to build her confidence before I jam the knife hard into her side before I yank it out, and then do it again. “Not yet, I ain’t.”
The newbie is screaming as she falls over. “She fucking stabbed me,” she screams.
I smile proudly, taking my chance to run the fuck away. I don’t make it far before Simone catches up to me. “It’s not like you to run away, Sorceress.”
“Fuck you, Simone. You know I’d never do anything to hurt Demon.”
“You know how it goes.” She shrugs as if she knows the truth but is happy to go along with what Ghost wants, and I don’t blame her. It’s what I did, too. “Has to be this way,” she says and punches me in the face.
I fall easily because Simone is a big bitch, and she gets on top of me. She wails on me like she’s been watching too much UFC, leaving me powerless to do anything but cover my face.
More footsteps sound, signaling that most, if not all, of my former crew is now here too. “Hold this bitch down,” Simone shouts, standing now to stare down at me.
They grab my limbs and hold me down despite my squirming to break free, which only intensifies when I see Simone preparing a needle, which I’m sure is a hot shot, heroin or fentanyl.
“No!” I yell. I can tell this bitch is crazy when I see the glint in Simone’s eyes.
She’s enjoying this.
“Don’t worry, bitch. You’ll be dead before your body hits the dumpster.” She lets out a wild, maniacal laugh, dropping down to one knee. “Hold her,” she growls when I squirm violently.
Fuck this. I wiggle around with every ounce of fight in me so she can’t get that fucking needle anywhere near me.
“I said, hold her!” I get a leg and an arm out of her grasp when she shouts again, giving me more leverage to break free.
My body is sore all over, my vision is blurry, but I am determined like a motherfucker to survive.
“Hold her down!”
I kick out and Simone drops the needle, and that’s when I take my chance, rolling over and knocking the fat bitch to the ground.
I pick up the shot and jab it into her thigh, shoving the plunger all the way down before someone grabs me from behind, knocking my head against the curb over and over until I pass out.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Nova
Sitting at a park in Beverly Hills in the middle of the night is a fuck of a lot more peaceful than crashing my bike on Pacific Coast Highway because I’m too fucking drunk to drive. I could have killed myself, and as I sit here in this fancy park, I realize maybe that’s what I wanted.
To just fucking die.
Hell, I don’t want to die, but do I really care one way or the other?
Also no.
That’s where I am in my life at this moment. Too angry and too fucked up to give a shit whether I live or die. Between Maggie leaving and my dad’s cancer, my head is all fucked up.
The ride out of Angel Harbor helped, and I don’t know if it’s the distance from everything and everyone or just the act of cutting through the wind on my bike, but my head is back on straight. It’s like the act of doing something so reckless, so utterly fucking stupid, snapped me out of whatever it was that made me get on the bike in the first place.
Either way, sitting here in this park, silent and dark has given me time to think, time to sort shit out in my head. An hour, maybe more, has passed, and the effects of the tequila have finally worn off.
I’m still angry as fuck about Maggie leaving, but I understand why she did. How in the fuck did I think we could possibly have a life together when all she wants is to get the fuck out of Angel Harbor and L.A., rightfully so?
I can’t go with her, and she refuses to stay here, which I also fucking understand. Shit’s all fucked up. The girls haven’t accepted her, and maybe they never will, which would make her life with me full of misery.
Is that how badly I want her, that it doesn’t matter if she’s unhappy? “Fuck no, it’s not.”
I want Maggie to want me enough to stay here, to understand that my life is in Angel Harbor and that she can have a life here, too. And if she can’t? Well, then, I have no choice but to respect that.