Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
I raise a brow. “What do I have to do?”
She pulls open the door with a mischievous look on her face. “Time to walk that fucking talk and get to work. I just got a séance board, and I’m ready to put that bitch to good use.”
My jaw drops. “A séance board!?” The grin on my face grows even wider as I step inside and slam the door shut behind me. “Count me the fuck in.”
Silas
That night
From the corner of the street, I watch two fuckers enter the grimy building and head up the stairs. I lift my visor and take a picture of their faces before they’re out of sight.
I hop off my bike and park it far away from the building before I head across the street, which has apparently been thoroughly cleaned since the last time I was here. Not a speck of blood is left from my rampage. I’m impressed. Mom’s men really do their job diligently.
I tap each bell until finally someone answers. “Yes?”
“Delivery,” I reply.
The door opens, and I swiftly step inside.
There is no delivery except death for whoever gets in my way, and they won’t know until it’s too late.
I sneak up the stairs, careful not to make a noise. Once I finally get to the floor they’re on, I hide behind a pillar near the elevator and peek around the corner to watch two men as they break in the door to Ivy’s apartment.
Of course, they’d come here.
The men who were sent to get her were lackeys after all, and there are plenty more waiting to be told what to do by their boss. And I intend to find out whoever the fuck it is.
I don’t need her to tell me who’s after her. I’ll just make them tell me instead.
I sneak closer and hide behind the next pillar so I can listen in to their conversation.
“They’re not fucking here,” one of them says.
“I told you that!”
“Don’t blame me. The boss told us to go look again. See if she came back.”
“What the fuck are we even doing here?” one of them complains. “It’s not like the others already came in here a million times. They’re not here, and none of this is worth anything.”
“Doesn’t matter, the boss doesn’t even want any of this shit.”
“I thought he was a money-hungry wolf.”
One of them snorts. “You think she has a lot of cash? Living like this? I doubt it.”
They both laugh.
So the guy who orchestrated all this definitely isn’t after the money … but after her.
“You think the girl will come back?”
“Maybe. Looks like she left in a hurry.”
And I’m fucking glad she did because these fuckers would’ve found her by now.
“Let’s leave a note just in case.”
“Why?”
“Ivan said she’ll definitely have more up her sleeve, and he wants to force her to give up.”
Ivan? Who the fuck is Ivan?
Is that the guy who’s after her?
I approach the door, listening carefully as they plant some kind of paper on the kitchen table.
“Let’s go.”
That’s my cue.
I fish my knives out of my pockets and move away from the hiding spot, slowly coming into view as those fuckers exit the door and freeze while the grin on my face spreads from ear to ear.
“Who the fuck are you?” the guy on the left asks.
“Why the fuck is he smiling like that?” the one on the right whispers, but I heard.
I flick both knives in my hands. “Do you think the devil cried or laughed when he took unsuspecting souls back to hell?” The angered looks on their faces makes the thought of slicing them open from top to bottom even more enticing. “Now who’s first?”
CHAPTER 50
Ivy
Tonight is the night.
I wait until everyone is sleeping. Then I sneak from room to room, hall to hall, until I find what I’m looking for: A bed and a little girl still deep in her slumber while hugging her cat. I drag her out of bed and shake her to wake her up quickly, but nothing feels real, not even the way she looks at me. Her tiny hand sits snugly in mine as I bolt off with her and the cat through the endless hallways.
But the walls feel like they’re caving in on me, and the doors feel endless.
I pause and shush her silently while we wait for a guard to pass the stairs so we can sneak past.
“Let’s go,” I whisper, but my voice sounds muffled in the void.
I pull her along while holding the cat tightly, and we head through the corridor and down the stairs into the garage.
“Ivy!”
A loud voice echoes through the hallways, and the light fixtures flicker.
Over and over again, the voice booms from ear to ear as it gets closer and closer while sweat begins to drip down my neck.
I hold the girl closer as I run toward the only bike in the garage, put her on the seat together with the cat, and jump on.