Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
I walked into the bar, surveying the room for options. My eyes landed on a woman in the back corner. She was already visibly intoxicated, making what I was about to do easier, but not as fun. When her green eyes met mine, she stared for a second before a smile spread across her face.
Pushing the rim of my ball cap down, I gave Aimee a sly grin and slid into a booth. I wasn’t going to approach the woman; she would approach me.
Without having to ask, Aimee brought me my usual, then quickly scuttled off.
It was all a waiting game after that. Kinda reminded me of the good old days. Rose would lure people in by making them think they were going to get lucky and fuck her. She’d take them to our special place and allow them to get oh-so-close before I came in. She and I had a lot of fun together.
The look of surprise, anger, and ultimately fear that played out on someone’s face when they realized they had been set up was priceless, but the real entertainment began after that.
Psychological torture was a beautiful fucking thing. The sex we had after the kills… was incomparable. I knew she missed that. Right about now she’d be desperate to indulge the darker proclivities I made her a junkie for.
I remembered the night I ensnared her like it was yesterday. I’d offered my hand, and she took it. There was no going back after that.
We would be incredible together once she paid her dues. But she had to suffer first. I was no longer angry about what she’d done to us, but I had to make her understand that her actions carried consequences.
Watching my first chosen victim rise from her booth and walk towards me, I smiled, knowing I was that much closer to getting what I came here for.
CHAPTER SEVEN
ROSELYNN
WITH HIM
All my problems began with the Morettos. A few days ago, it had been Justin. After I offered the lawn boy a drink, he’d stared him down so severely that we now had uneven edges cut into the grass. I lied and told Grandpa it was because he accidentally knocked down a hornet’s nest. It didn’t make much sense, but he still got paid for his job.
Victoria had taken over from there. I hadn’t remembered her being such a persistent bullheaded girl, but she had been extra determined to become best friends lately. It was to the point she came by every damn day. My grandfather was over the moon about this new development. He thought they were ‘good’ girls like me.
Superbad judgment on his end.
Not that I could blame him since he had no idea of what slept beneath his roof. Darionne, on the other hand, had warned me from the start about the Morettos. In fact, she warned me the very day I set foot in their house and my life was forever changed.
“There’s something off about that family.”
“Off how?”
“I don’t know. I just always had this gut feeling about them. And you’ve heard what people say. Be careful, okay?”
I wondered if her feeling was the same one that I’d had when it came to Con. There wasn’t much I could do about it once Grandpa accepted Vicky’s invitation to a girls’ night on my behalf, which brought me to the present.
I had tried and epically failed to get out of coming here. Things hadn’t been going too badly since I’d arrived. I would go as far as to say I was enjoying myself if it weren’t for Julie.
She was the reason I had a cup of Jack Daniels in my hand after promising Grandpa I wouldn’t drink. We were in the Moretto’ den, playing some good old-fashioned truth or dare, and things were getting intense. There were four of us together.
Vicky and Julie sat on one side of the coffee table. Molina, a girl from my old PE class with an uncanny resemblance to Snow White, but with a much better hairstyle, sat beside me on the other side. I had no idea how she got dragged into this. She was extremely shy and withdrawn, which had me taking all of Julie’s attention off her and putting it on myself. I didn’t see the fun in screwing with someone that wouldn’t attempt to fight back or defend themselves.
“Truth or dare, Elizabeth?” Julie slurred in my direction with an ugly keening sound I think was supposed to be a laugh.
“Her name is, Rose,” Victoria emphasized annoyed on my behalf.
“She reminds me of Eliza. That girl who talks to animals.”
“No, she does not,” Molina muttered.
It took me a second to understand what they were talking about. I would’ve been offended if I didn’t love the hell out of that show.
This chick was either a mean drunk or a fake sober bitch. She’d been trying to rile me up since she got tipsy. Every minute sitting here with her, I was happier and happier I didn’t bother trying to have female friends. Darionne excluded.