Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Right on schedule.
I sit back as Sunny stops near the shop and turns off the engine. She pulls off her helmet, and her velvety black-and-green hair swishes from side to side, dazzling even me. She leaves the helmet and grabs a bag from the small compartment in her motorcycle, then marches toward the shop.
I’ve parked just far enough so she won’t get suspicious, but close enough that I can still watch what happens. She waltzes toward the entrance, peeks through the door and pauses, then goes around the back toward the alley.
I’m sure she was looking for him in there, but surprise, I already took care of that.
She glances back and forth a couple of times to make sure no one is watching her before she closes in on the guy. I lean in and stare through the window in front of me as she opens the bag and pulls out a butcher’s knife.
My jaw tightens, and it suddenly becomes hard to breathe as she raises the butcher’s knife and hacks away.
Chop, chop, chop.
One limb after another.
All of his fingers, his arms, his head.
Nothing is left unscathed as she takes out all her rage on this man I’ve left incapacitated, like a live prey left for a carnivore, ready to digest whole. The way she annihilates and butchers her victims is beyond this world, and I am in awe at the sheer hatred pouring out of her.
What did this man do to make her so upset?
I swallow when she stops and looks down at her victim, blood caking her clothes.
We’re out in the open, and she doesn’t even care in the slightest.
Amazing.
Suddenly, she turns around, and I duck for cover in my car, praying she didn’t spot me again.
My heart beats in my throat as I’m curled up in my seat, waiting for time to pass. She hasn’t knocked on my door yet, though.
Did she see me, or was I just panicking?
I look up and witness the carnage in front of me, the blood-caked ground, her perfectly fit body all suited up in a clean outfit as she hops onto her motorcycle to leave the scene of the crime without a care in the world.
She’s really got to take better care of her tracks.
When she’s gone, I pull out my phone and dial the number my mom and dad told me to call when things go tits up, and I need to get rid of something fast.
“Yeah?” There’s a cool voice on the other end of the line.
“It’s Xavier. I need a cleanup crew for a body. No questions, no traces.” I gulp. “And don’t tell my fucking parents.”
CHAPTER 6
Sunny
I enter the Delta Nu Sorority house and say hi to the girls eating dinner, grabbing my mail on the way, before I head upstairs and lock my door. I throw the mail on my desk, then peel away the extra layer I put on my body to hide the blood from the outside world. No one will ever know I just committed a vicious murder.
Although I was definitely surprised this fucker was completely out of his mind and shot up with drugs. Not that I give a shit what any of them do before they die. They know I’m coming for all of them, and I’m not going to stop until I get my revenge.
I undress completely, tucking it all into a bin where I keep my bloodied clothes, ready to ship off to my family’s private cleaner. They don’t ask questions because they get paid royally for their effort, and they’re happy with our business, which helps me out loads because I really don’t want to have to get these blood stains out myself.
After getting naked, I pull out my phone and open up my social media to place an update, but the second I begin typing, I notice a peculiar video listed right atop the page. My brows furrow as the video shows a man talking into a microphone on a stage, with several cameras flashing in his eyes. His dark brown, luscious hair is combed back neatly, a complete juxtaposition to the many tattoos sprawled across his neck and hand, the rest probably hiding beneath that perfectly steamed suit he’s wearing.
Intrigued, I click the video and listen to what he has to say, but I can’t focus at all on his words, because the sound of his voice is so familiar.
That’s him.
He’s the guy who found me in the woods and carried me back to safety.
My heart skips a beat.
“This press conference was arranged to address a serious concern and threat within our beloved city.”
His name appears in view.
Atreus Foley.
I suck in a breath.
Criminal investigator.
“For years now, our beautiful city has been overrun by drug dealers, violent gang members, and traffickers. They seem to believe they run this place, and that they can just do whatever they want without repercussions.” Cameras flash all around him. “As you may have seen on the news, several new homicides were reported, which are still under investigation.”