Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
“The Bonesmen Brotherhood are responsible for my parents' death, and I want every last one of them scorched from this earth.”
“Whatever, man, I have nothing to do with any of that,” the man splutters. “Please, help m—”
BANG!
The gun goes off, and I blink.
But I’m not the one hit.
She shot him in the leg. In the same spot I got hit.
He cries and screams in agony, so I pluck her knife from his arm while he’s distracted. She grabs me by the arm, helping me stand.
“Levi was right …” she murmurs. “You are involved with them.”
“Only to kill.” Rain pours down on my face and hers, covering the distinct redness on her face in an aura of gloom. “I didn’t want to scare you away. I’m sorry. I need this. This fucked-up part of me is all I have.”
She looks me up and down as droplets of rain roll down her forehead, and I wish I could suck them all off to show her how much I worship her.
“I need this. I need to feel vindicated. More than I need my sanity,” I add. “Please, forgive me for not telling you.” I grab her hand. “I’m not part of the Bones Brotherhood. I swear on my love for you.”
She looks down at our hands interlocked, as I slowly leave the knife in the palm of her hand.
“If you want to kill me now, so be it. I’ve shown you my demons … How I expel the raging violence in my soul.”
She stares at the knife for a while, as if she’s adjusting to the weight of it.
So I lean in to whisper, “I know you feel the same fury coursing through your veins. Makes you want to hurt everyone around you, even the people you love.”
She shudders in place, and I don’t know if it’s from the rain or my words. “This is what I do it for. Now you know the truth. And even though I know you don’t trust me anymore … I trust you.”
She tightens her grip around the knife.
“Killing someone who deserves it … just feels so fucking good,” I whisper. “Once you start, you won’t be able to stop.”
“What the fuck are you two monsters talking about?” the guy mumbles as he crawls backward.
Suddenly, she homes in on the guy and stabs him in the other leg. The scream that follows is like music to my ears, and she pulls out the knife and rams it into his thigh. She crawls on top of him and stabs him over and over, in his chest, his stomach, his shoulder, everywhere and anywhere, screaming like an absolute maniac, until the blood begins to spray and there’s nothing recognizable about his body left.
When she finally stops, the knife clatters on the pavement, and she stands up to witness her own slaughter. There’s nothing left, nothing except bits and pieces of meat and bone strewn together.
Another Bonesman wiped off the face of the earth.
Tears well up in her eyes as she huffs. “He hurt you … so I killed him.”
I grab her face to make her look at me. “And you looked so fucking good while murdering that monster.”
Her forehead collides with mine. “God … Oh God …” Her nostrils flare. “You were right. It felt so fucking good.”
Suddenly, her lips connect with mine in violence and a greed so great it nearly sucks the soul out of my body. She grabs my face with both hands, fingers curling around my hair as she deepens the kiss, and my heart nearly melts into the puddle of rain beneath my feet.
God, I love this woman.
Aspen
Our kisses taste like death and demise, unholy, just like the kill. I’ve never felt anything like it before, and the thrill it left was a kind of high that’s out of this world.
I didn’t know murder could feel this good. This overpowering.
Grey twitches, and the pain in his leg makes him whimper into my mouth.
I pull back, look down, and panic. “Oh shit. Your leg.”
“It’s fine. I can manage.”
I put my arm underneath his shoulder to support him. “We have to go to the hospital.”
“No,” he replies swiftly. “They’ll question me. It’s too risky.”
“But what do we do?” I ask. “You’re wounded. And what about the body?” I glance at the guy behind us. Or at least, what’s left of him.
Grey checks the time on his phone. “They’ll pick up his body in ten minutes from now.”
Shit. “We have to get out of here.”
“I can’t drive my car like this,” he says.
“I’ll drive.” I bring him to my car and help him get in the passenger seat.
“But what about your car?” he asks.
“We can pick it up tomorrow. After we’ve fixed … this.” I glance at his gnarly wound.
“What about the school nurse?”
“God no. Felix instructed her to call him immediately if anything seemed suspicious. I don’t want my family involved. Not in this.”