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)
My whole body shivers from watching her slowly mutilate this man with a goddamn smile on her face.
Why is she wearing a mask?
Who is that man?
What has he done to anger her to the point of not only murder but outright torture?
I swallow away the lump in my throat when she thrusts the knife into his hand and cuts it open. His arms and legs are next, as she leaves slices everywhere she goes.
There’s so much hatred in each of her stabs and cuts, and it’s gotten me completely transfixed. I’ve heard stories from Aspen about Sunny’s supposed murder sprees around Spine Ridge, but I’ve never witnessed it myself, nor did I really believe she’d actually bring her victims to campus.
But now that I’m here, witnessing it firsthand … I don’t doubt she’s killed before.
My heart throbs in my throat as she circles the man with her gun in one hand, forcing him to open his mouth so she can look him in the eye and watch him cry as she blows his brains out.
Goose bumps erupt all over my skin.
Such casual cruelness …
God, what a woman.
Whatever that man did that got her so upset, he must’ve deserved it.
Because why else would she go so far as to end his life with zero mercy?
Suddenly, the old window cracks beneath my weight.
Her eyes shoot up toward the roof, connecting with mine in a flash, before I lower my head and hide, heart beating in my throat.
Fuck.
She saw me.
CHAPTER 3
Xavier
No time.
Gotta run.
Fast.
I hop off the roof and land on the metal railing, groaning as my foot lands wrong. Ignoring the pain, I immediately roll down to the stairs, where I skip half the slats before I jump down to the ground. The door to the warehouse has already opened, so I turn toward the other end of the alley and make a run for it.
“Hey!”
Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck!
She’s gonna kill me.
I bolt as fast as I can around the whole damn building and make a beeline for my car.
I can hear her heels click-clacking on the concrete behind the building, so I turn around the corner and run to my car, opening the door so fast that I nearly lose my grip.
“Dammit!” I growl to myself as I jump behind the wheel, slam the door shut, and drive backward.
Just as she comes into view and marches right to my car.
Fuck, what do I do?
I can’t turn around. She’ll see my plate, look up the ownership details, and then she’ll know it was me. My mask hides my identity, but there’s no telling what she’ll do if she finds out it’s me.
Only one option left.
I keep it in reverse and hit the gas so hard I shoot back farther until she’s out of reach, then I swiftly make a U-turn and race off into the night.
Fuck me, my heart is beating so fast I swear it might give out on me.
I nearly died.
What a thrill.
And fuck me … what a woman.
I take a deep breath and blink a couple of times, then burst out into manic laughter from the fact that I actually survived.
For now.
Sunny
I chuck one of my knives at the car, but of course it’s no use, as it drives faster than I can fucking throw. When it’s out of sight, I pull off my mask.
Dammit. I nearly had him.
I run to my motorcycle, put on my helmet, and hop on, kicking it into gear so I can race after the car.
Whoever it was saw too much. I’m sure of it.
I have to take him down before they tells anyone.
I race down the only road the car could’ve gone down, speeding in the hopes that I can still catch that bastard. It was a Dodge Challenger, a black edition. Not too many of those on the streets, so it’s gotta be recognizable. I’ll spot it in no time.
I dart through the streets, looking for the black vehicle until I finally spot it going up the mountain toward Spine Ridge University. I tail it and pull out my phone when I’m at a traffic light to snap a pic of its license plate.
Traffic is completely jammed. I don’t want to risk my fucking life trying to run a red light, but damn, that asshole is getting away. When the light turns green, I chase up the mountain to get to the gates, but the car is nowhere to be seen. I drive along the parking lot, checking each one of them, but still, nothing.
Where could he be?
I drive along the road carefully, pausing at every building with its own private parking lot, but I can’t find it anywhere.
Did he park somewhere out of sight?
I pass some of the Greek houses and stop when I spot the black car in the driveway of the Beta Pi Sorority. I pull out my phone and hold up the image of the license plate I took right in front of it, and a smirk slowly spreads on my face.