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)
“Um … I finished reading the book and then decided I actually did want to come.”
“Why didn’t you just call me?” Heath asks as he pulls out his phone to check.
I shrug. “Forgot.”
“How did you know where we were?” Silas asks.
“I followed Heath,” I lie. “Right after you left the building.”
He grins as he lowers his phone. “Oh, well then, why didn’t you fucking say so?” He approaches me.
“Because I like to watch without people seeing me,” I say, laughing awkwardly.
Heath pats me on the shoulder. “Well, c’mon then, ogler.” He drags me along with him. “Here.” Heath plucks a mask from his bag and stuffs it into my hand. “Put this on and come join in on the fun.”
Ivy
I swiftly exit the building and hop on my bike, getting the fuck out of here before that asshole decides to come after me because he’s got his money now. I race through the streets so I can get out of the industrial area as quickly as possible. This dimly lit neighborhood is no place to be at eleven o’clock at night, and I barely know this place. I can’t remember if I took a left or a right here, so I opt for a left instead, only to come to a dead end.
But something on the other end of the street makes me hit the brakes.
A man is lifted against the stone walls of a building, at least two feet off the ground, with four fucking knives stuck in his hands and feet. His screams echo across the street. Three men stand in front of him, two in all black, the other with a … pink unicorn shirt?
I blink twice to see if I’m getting this right.
The pink-shirt guy lifts a giant machete, and my jaw drops.
Inch by inch, he slowly cuts the man like he’s carving off pieces of flesh, draining him of his blood.
My eyes widen in shock.
Holy shit.
The man’s head turns sideways, and his eyes suddenly dart to me. “Please! Help me!”
I stand there, frozen to the ground for a split second, as the three masked men turn their heads like vultures, eyes sparkling with vicious murder on their minds.
One with black-tipped hair and icy green eyes, one with brown hair, and a third with longer brown hair in a bun and a piercing in his lip and brow.
Oh fuck.
I hop back on and make a U-turn, racing off on my bike as fast as I can. I’m not sticking around. I just caught those three fuckers from the Skull and Serpent Society in the process of torturing someone, and I’m not about to be their next victim.
CHAPTER 20
Silas
“Who the fuck was that?!” I grind my teeth. “Max, go after that fucker while I finish the job.”
He frowns. “Wait, why me?”
“Have you done anything at all since you came here?” I grit. “No, so get to it.”
Max rolls his eyes, lowers his hoodie, and runs off.
I swing the machete around and let the man suffer in agony for a few more seconds, his blood dripping down from his lips onto the pavement. We roughed him up real good before we strung him up here on this wall and sliced him open piece by piece.
“You think he got the message?” Heath looks the body up and down.
“Probably …” I begin, “not.”
The fucker deserves nothing less for plucking kids off the streets and selling them. Heath got onto his track through his drug seller when he tried to offer some free drugs disguised as candy to unsuspecting kids.
Too bad for him, I don’t fucking play with that.
“P-Please, please, h-have mercy,” the man stammers.
“You didn’t have mercy on any of those kids you took from the streets,” Heath growls.
I caress his face with the machete. “How many did you sell? Five? Ten? A hundred?”
“More,” he replies, gulping the second I reach his temple.
I grin like a total psycho. “Was it worth all the money to lose your fucking life?”
I lift the machete.
“No, no, no, please!”
I hit him straight in the heart, cutting through him from sternum to pelvis until nothing but a sack of flesh is left of him. And man, does it feel good to kill him. It would’ve been far more fun if I could’ve toyed with him a little longer.
Finding a victim as deserving as him is a hard find.
Normally, I have to get by with punishing petty thieves or even those who merely looked at me the wrong way.
I swipe my machete clean on his shirt and take out all my knives. His body flops to the ground, and I give it a good kick to turn him over. I go to my knees and rummage inside his chest until I find his heart, and I rip it out, staring at it. Fucking gorgeous.
Max
I run around the corner and spot a bike disappearing into the night. It goes left and right, and then left, but when I turn the corner, it’s gone. I look around and check all the ways the bike could’ve gone.