Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
It was a shame that we couldn’t stream this. The girls that got fucked once or twice and then killed fetched good money, but the ones we terrorized like this were prime entertainment. The rental aspect went even higher, something about hunting unsuspecting families got people excited. I wasn’t putting my girl on our broadcast for obvious reasons. She wasn’t for anyone’s entertainment but mine.
KJ tilted her head slightly, her stance casual. Her mask, with its exaggerated doll-like features, made her unsettling presence even more striking as she stood watching the scene unfold. Lucian didn’t bother with the gun strapped under his suit jacket. He was a man of theatrical brutality.
He moved swiftly, wrenching the poker from Jason’s trembling hands. Jason froze for half a second, and that hesitation was all Lucian needed. With deliberate force, he slammed the pointed end of the poker into Jason’s stomach.
The air left him in a sharp wheeze as he doubled over, blood blossoming under his t-shirt. Before he could recover, Lucian brought the poker down again. The sound of the impact was beautiful, and after a few more hits Jason crumpled to the floor, unconscious, blood running from his temple. Head wounds always got messy.
Ryan backed himself into a corner, chest heaving as he tried to calculate his next move. What a shitty bunch of friends this was. Just more reasons why Mint didn’t need them. He hadn’t even attempted to help the guy.
I stood before him, my mask hiding the satisfaction curling my lips. I stepped closer, not needing words to let him know who had the upper hand. He chose then to lunge, enraged idiocy driving him. I grabbed him mid-motion, slamming him hard into the wall. The impact made the framed picture behind him shatter and crash to the ground, shards scattering like splinters of my rage.
He swung at me and missed. Swung again and I deflected, letting him get a hit in so he had a flicker of hope, then I grabbed him by his throat, pinning him in place. His face contorted with pain and panic as I leaned in, my voice low. “The biggest mistake of your life was touching what’s mine.”
I brought my knee up into his ribs, the sound of the hit satisfying as he let out a choked gasp. He doubled over, his breath a ragged wheeze. I grabbed him again and slammed him back into the wall, making sure the back of his head felt every ounce of force as the plaster buckled and crumbled. When I finally let go, he fell to the floor, gasping and clutching at his ribs.
He wheezed his voice barely a rasp. “Let the girls go.”
Atlas, leaning casually against the doorway and playing with what was left of Amber’s hair, gave an amused chuckle. “Look at that, a real hero—”
His words were cut off by wood splintering and a piercing scream from upstairs. A moment later, a body crashed over the banister, slamming into the ground with a sickening thud. Liza wasn’t far away, sprawled on the ground since Thorne had rendered her unconscious.
She wasn’t dead yet, but Gabe was. His neck was twisted at an unnatural angle, head facing completely backward. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the ragged gasp that tore from Daniella’s throat behind Romeo’s hand. He held her close, mockingly soothing her with gentle shushing sounds while laughing like the brilliant maniac he was, balancing on the balls of his feet.
Ryan was frozen, his eyes wide and locked on the mangled body of his closest friend. His chest heaved as he stared, shock rendering him immobile.
“Aw, don’t look so upset,” Thorne sneered. “That could’ve been you if you’d been as stupid as he was.”
I started to walk away, but a thought stabbed through me like a blade. He had wrapped his arm around her and then kissed her temple. The image was burned in my mind, raw and unforgiving.
It could have been a lingering handshake and my reaction would’ve been the same. I knew the way he looked at her wasn’t wholly platonic. Autumn never saw what I did, because she only ever saw me. I had been ready to come in the moment I watched it happen on the cameras, but Lucian and Hunter helped me see reason.
I turned back, crouching down beside him. His chest was heaving, his face contorted with pain as he tried to push himself off the floor. I grabbed his hand and twisted sharply.
I ignored his pained cries and kept twisting until I saw visible bones breaking, popping, and shifting beneath the skin.
“You know what that was for, don’t you?”
“Y-you’re fucking sick,” he groaned.
I laughed and took hold of his wrist. “I’m not sick,” I replied smoothly, twisting his wrist in the same manner. “I’m devoted. There’s a difference.”