Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I push open the driver’s side door, my heart thrumming excitedly in my chest like it has so many other times before. I feel the surge of excitement rush through me as I take my knife out from the holster. I wait until I’m close enough to hear his panting breath before I point my knife forward and drive it right into his spine.
He makes a blood-curdling sound that doesn’t sound like a scream any more than it does a plea for help, but I cover his mouth with my other hand, pulling him backward against me. Blood spills over my hands as I feel his body slowly turn limp in mine. A smirk curls the corner of my mouth. Another one gone. Not the way I’d like to, admittedly. This isn’t my signature style, but I have to keep everyone guessing. Dion has already told me I have come too close too many times, and there is only so much freedom money can buy before the money pigs want something more.
Before they want me.
I know I don’t have time to clean up, and since I’m an hour away from Hades Hollow, I need to make my way back since we’re heading to Hades Landing, but I need something more. More satiating than just driving a knife through someone’s back when they least expected it. I get nothing from these kinds of kills. I want them to fight for their lives. It’s fascinating when the fight-or-flight kicks in, and you witness it with your own eyes. Will you run, or will you fight? What you may think may never be what you really do. I know that firsthand.
My phone vibrates in my back pocket, and I shove the stranger away, agitated with one, my bland kill, and two, whoever the fucker is who is interrupting me.
I make my way back to my car, swiping to answer and bringing my phone to my ear.
“How is it going?”
I sneer when I hear the familiar voice. “Just great. What the fuck do you want?”
“I know you’ll all be coming back to the island tonight, so I wanted to make sure you knew what was happening here.”
“Speak.” I slide into the driver’s seat, putting my knife handle into my mouth and ignoring the familiar taste of blood sliding down my throat. That will have to do, getting me off until next time.
I shove my knife back into the sheath as they continue yapping off on the other end.
“—and why are you telling me and not Sparrow? He usually deals with that side.”
“Because I fear he may be compromised.”
I stifle a laugh, leaning back in my seat and pushing the start button. “So, you call the killer? Nice. Real nice, and by the way, he is not compromised, and if you don’t have anything else to say, get the fuck back in your lane, and we will see you in a few hours.”
I toss my phone onto the floor, ramming the car into reverse and flooring it out of the parking lot. I watch the lifeless body in the rearview mirror before going back to the road. Pushing my foot down on the accelerator, the hungry V8 purrs beneath me as I start the drive back to Hades Hollow.
At least there will no doubt be another little mouse for me to torment very soon.
The island got closer, and I found myself becoming more agitated. I hadn’t seen this one before. No. This one was different. The white sandy beach was blinding against the sun, and I peeked over the edge of the boat. You could see the bed of the ocean already! It was so clear. So beautiful.
People were rustling around, those who were helping. The crew on this ship was small, not at all as big as you’d expect, but they worked hard and never spoke.
Finally, it came into full view. Palm trees curled with the wind as the small waves crashed on the shoreline.
It looked empty. Abandoned.
Lost.
Dion
I should have fucking listened. I should have fucking listened to her the second she told me that she loved me.
“I don’t fucking care—” I answer over the phone. My dick was one hundred percent going to get me in trouble one day, and I’m pretty sure today was one of those days.
“Dion, she’s threatening to run a story on you.”
“Yeah?” My mouth curves in amusement as I gesture to Sparrow to hand me the toast that has popped up. “Tell me it. I love stories. Maybe she can whisper it in my ear after sucking my dick.”
“Not funny!” Lydia snaps through the phone, and I’m one hundred percent aware of how hard my PR company works. “You have a tour coming up, and this is the last thing you need.”
“Is it? Is it really?” I drag out the word, biting into the dry piece of bread. Sparrow is a motherfucker. He knows I hate the texture of dry toast. I spit it out. “Look, all I’m saying is the last I saw, a fucked-up ex story scandal can actually be a good thing.”