Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
I’m moving before I realize it. My hand wraps around Nikolai’s throat. He doesn’t fight me. “What are you doing?” Does he want me to snap his neck? Is he trying to make me unalive him?
“Proving a point. You’ll become unhinged.” We stare at each other for a long moment.
“You wouldn’t?” I release my hold on him, stepping back. I squeeze the back of my neck, trying to calm down the rush of adrenaline pumping through me.
"Yes, I'd kill some fuckers and lose my damn mind if anything happened to Riley. But you’re different.”
“Sick in the head like her brother,” I mutter. He’s not wrong. I’m unhinged. I think I've started to realize why. Emotion. It’s been so long since I let myself feel anything. Now everything is rushing back, and I don’t know how to handle it.
“You don’t prey on innocent people. I also don’t think you get off on your kills.” Nikolai’s hand comes down on my shoulder. I shoot a glare at him. He smirks, lifting it. “You’re not her brother, but you got your own demons.”
“Are we getting to a point here?”
“Get your head on right.”
“My head has never been quite right.”
“Yeah, but you can’t be popping off. Don’t think your Angel up there would be too happy if you killed me.” I glare at him. “Maybe this won’t be so bad. You have something you have to check yourself against.”
“I could make it look like an accident.”
“I think you’d miss me.” He winks at me. I mutter a curse.
“I’d miss your shit mood.” There was a period of time when Nikolai behaved more like a prick than usual. He was working out his own demons. I'm confident that Riley played a role in helping with that.
“I’m still pissed. I want to snap that bitch's neck and gut the brother."
“Sounds like a normal Saturday night.” Nikolai barks a laugh.
“Don’t think your girl is going to enjoy those kinds of jokes.”
“It wasn’t a joke.” Nikolai shakes his head. Thankfully, the phone rings, so we can get this show on the road.
“We have a problem.” The moment Nikolai picks up the line, putting in on speaker, Matteo begins to speak.
“You’ve got to be shitting me.” I know what he’s going to say. “How long?”
“A few hours. I have Zero going through some footage, but we lost them.” Matteo syas.
“Are you fucking shitting me!?” Nikolai booms.
“We’ll find them.” Matteo doesn’t sound fazed. At the moment, I don't care about the fate of the brother, the girlfriend, or the senator. I do wonder what my girl would want, though. Angel is by the book. She’d want them in prison, but life isn’t so cookie-cutter. Angel goes by the rules of the law. I never have. Those rules never worked in my favor, so I made and lived by my own.
“What do you need?” He didn’t just call to give us this update. Matteo needs something, and I have a good idea of what that is going to entail. I just need to know what information I am trying to get. Once I know that, I can get to work.
“He'll have safe houses. Brent and Becky are going to stay close to the city.”
“How do you know?” I ask. I’d be in the wind if I was them. His father is missing, and now Matteo Cattaneo is on his trail, but the kid may not know that.
“Brent has an obsession. An uncontrollable one.”
“Where did you find this?” I’d dug into Brent for a few days. It’s how I gathered up all the information I had on him.
“He has a type.”
“Of girls he targets?” I shuffled through the missing girls. A few had some similarities.
“When it’s his pick, yes.” Isn’t that fucking sweet? Ken and Barbie take turns picking their next victim. “You put it together yet, Church?” He picked half of the girls. It clicks.
“No.” Dark hair with green eyes. Tiny little things. Just like my Angel.
“Yes.”
“What the fuck?” Nikolai waits to be filled in.
“He’s got a hard-on for his sister,” Matteo informs him.
“Oh gross.” Nikolai runs his hand down his face. “That means Becky wanted Riley. That cunt.”
“How sure are you?” I ask. I thought there might be a chance to get out of killing her twin. That might make things easier for her and me. My phone goes off. I take it out and see that Zero has sent me some pictures. “I’ll kill him.” An anger like no other I’ve ever felt courses through my veins.
The little shit had a room dedicated solely to his sister. There are pictures of her taken over the years, as well as a few missing girls who resembled her. He'd even dressed them up like her. Sick motherfucker. I could discern that some of these pictures had been taken without her knowledge. She is in her own bedroom and bathroom.