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Silence.

It’s almost too quiet.

Tucking the drive securely into my sports bra, hidden beneath my jacket, I know it’s time to make my escape. The small window is closing in on me to get this shit done.

I push the blade up the inside of my sleeve, and tap my earpiece to put me through to Ty. “Do you see anything?”

As I start moving toward the black metal gates of the entrance, a gust of wind leaves me feeling exposed.

“We’re fucking jammed. I’m working on it. Just get to your bike.”

I can feel the goosebumps rise on my skin as an icy chill travels down my spine.

He’s here.

I don’t want to kill him.

I know better than this being a coincidence. My gut isn’t ever wrong. Nor is my heart, apparently, which is beating so fast I can feel it pulsing in my throat.

With a shake of my right arm, the knife smoothly slides out of the sleeve and into my grasp. Taking a deep breath, I sprint for the gates as fast as I can.

Let’s hope I am wrong.

THIRTY-SIX

NIKOLAI

Song- Dethrone, Bad Omens.

She stared directly at me and didn’t realize it.

She’s going to put up a fight and that shouldn’t make my cock twinge.

Even if I hate her with every fiber of my being, I still want to fuck her.

Or maybe, I want to fuck her quite literally to death.

Perhaps that is the solution.

No. She doesn’t deserve mercy.

She needs to suffer.

Except, whenever I picture the life draining out of her by my hands, a pain shoots through my chest.

What I felt for her was real and I have to accept the fact, Mila, was never mine. She is my enemy and shall be treated as such. It will be my blade through her heart.

As I peer out from the tree line, I can feel the anticipation building as I watch her talking to someone.

Him, I bet. Another one on my hit list.

Jealousy courses through my veins, igniting that spark of hatred.

I’m itching to chop his head clean off his shoulders.

Just as she starts to sprint, I emerge from the shadows and swiftly reach the gates, blocking her path.

Without hesitation, I snatch her up by the throat, feeling the power of my grip as I squeeze.