Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
The car stops, and my heart begins to beat in my throat. Not from fear but from excitement because I know what’s about to happen, and the bloodthirsty monster in me wants to be set loose.
The door opens and I hold my breath.
“Hello? Anyone there?”
We wait and signal each other.
“Little boy, are you here?” I can hear his old age from his voice alone. “I’ve brought a candy bar and some cool toys. Wanna see?”
I wink at Nathan, and we both jump him at the same time. The man falls to the floor, screaming.
“Help! Help!”
“No one’s coming to help you, old man,” Nathan growls.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” he says.
I throw Nathan the rope. “Don’t move,” I threaten the old man with my knife, then direct my attention toward Nathan. “Tie him up.”
Milo bursts into the front door. “You got him?”
“Help me tie this fucker up,” Nathan commands, and Milo immediately springs into action.
Nathan and Milo tie his hands together and then lift him.
“Put him on the chair in the living room,” I say.
“Let me go!” the fucker yells, crying. “What are you doing?”
Nathan and Milo place him on the chair, and I’m on his neck with my knife.
“Please, I haven’t done anything,” the man says.
“You really think so?” Nathan pulls out his phone and shows him the text exchange they had. “Or are you going to pretend this wasn’t you, Harvey?”
Harvey’s eyes widen. “That … but that’s …”
“Me.” Nathan grins maniacally. “You’ve been talking with me.”
“No, no, no,” the man stutters. “This is a mistake. I didn’t—”
I slam the knife into the chair’s armrest. “You tried to get it on with a little boy.”
“I didn’t have any plans, I swear,” Harvey says.
“Sure you didn’t.” Milo laughs. “And I’m not a fucked-up masochistic bastard.”
“Well, I …” the man stutters. “I don’t know what you want. I just want to leave.”
I clutch the armrests. “You won’t be leaving.”
Tears run down his cheeks. “Please. I don’t want to die.”
“Oh no, you won’t get to die …” Nathan says, licking his lips as he grips the man’s shoulders from behind the chair. “We’re just going to have some fun with you.”
“What? Why?” He desperately shifts his head among all three of us, looking for a sliver of humanity. But he won’t find it here. “I haven’t done anything.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Nathan snatches my knife from the armrest and slams it into the fucker’s thigh, and he yelps out in pain.
“Please, stop!” Harvey cries out.
“How many more boys have you been to, Harvey?” Nathan grits. “How many of them pleaded with you to stop?”
Nathan pulls the knife from his leg only to jam it into the other.
“How many of them did you ignore?”
“Please, don’t kill me!” he begs, tears rolling down his cheeks.
I snort. “You’re a menace to fucking society. Scum like you don’t deserve to live.”
“But we might let you …” Nathan twists the blade in his leg until he screams in agony. “If you tell us your fucking bank account details.”
Suddenly, something rustles in the bushes outside, making us all look away from Harvey.
“What the fuck was that?” Nathan growls.
I point at the hall. “Milo. Go. Check the area. I don’t want visitors.”
“HELP!” Harvey screams, so I punch him in the face to shut him up.
There’s some ruckus outside, and I can hear Milo’s nunchucks whipping through the air, along with the sound of groans.
Nathan looks at me. “We’ve got company.”
More grunts emanate from outside, and Nathan barges toward the hallway to see what it is.
“Don’t.”
Nathan stops in the middle of the living room, clenching his fist. But he’s not the only one.
I’d recognize that voice anywhere.
Lana.
She wasn’t joking when she said she’d see us tonight.
Fuck.
She enters the house wearing an actual fucking latex bodice and jeans along with that same kitty mask as the first time I saw her. And fuck me, just the mere sight of her in that outfit makes me want to rip it off and fuck that pussy raw.
Her knife is against Milo’s throat, his hands clutched behind his back.
Nathan stares at them in disbelief. “What the f—”
Milo rarely loses a fight.
“On. Your. Knees,” she grits at Milo.
And he sinks to the floor, whimpering from her knife against his throat.
Nathan fishes out his own knife, but Lana pushes her blade into Milo’s neck even farther.
“One step and I slit his throat,” she says.
“You fucking wouldn’t,” Nathan growls. “Don’t you fucking dare!”
“Wanna test me out?” she asks, tilting Milo’s head with her blade.
“I’m sorry, Nathan,” Milo pleads, looking up at both of us.
“How did you even fucking win against him?” Nathan grits.
“Does it matter?” I say. “She’s here now. How the fuck did you even find us?”
The crazy smile that forms on her lips almost makes my cock twitch. “You’re not the only one who knows how to stalk someone …”