Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
There’s no point in pissing off the psycho any further, so I push onto my knees and ignore the pain of the hard floor digging into my kneecaps. I bow my head with a devilish smile over what I had done. It will only be discovered in the wake of my death, but soon enough, my smile turns sad.
I’ll never get to see Ro again, to tell that bitch that I love her and that our friendship is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m also sad that I’ll never get a chance to make things right with my mom. I feel awful that she’s lost Frank, and now she won’t have me.
“You’re not gonna beg for your life? Offer some deviant sexual acts in an effort to save yourself?”
“No.” I would never give this crazy fuck the satisfaction.
He shrugs, still smiling. “Bowie, get your ass in here now!”
Bowie appears in the doorway, and he has to be even younger than me, with spiky bleached blond hair and tattoos across his brow line.
“What’s up, Boss?”
“Check this bitch’s work and make sure she got all my money back.” Hector nods at the laptop at my side, and Bowie reaches to pick it up.
“Do it right here.”
The way Bowie freezes in fear for a fraction of a second tells me that he’s up to some shit too. His sharp green eyes scan over the screen as his middle finger taps buttons to switch through dark web profiles and crypto accounts. I can tell the moment he spots what I’ve done. Some of it, anyway.
“Shit,” he gasps and turns terrified eyes to Hector.
“What?”
“She’s emptied the crypto accounts. They’re all on zero.”
I smile up at Hector’s furious face.
“Reverse it,” he orders and presses the gun against my forehead.
“No.”
“I’m going to kill you,” he growls.
“I know.” I smile, and Hector raises one foot and kicks me in the chest with all of his might. I fall to the ground, breathless from the kick.
“Just put the money back.”
“Can’t. But that shouldn’t be your concern right now.”
“Yeah?” He laughs and shakes his head. “And why is that?”
“Because I made copies of all your dark web files and sent it to the cops.”
He laughs. “I own the cops.”
“Some of them. Maybe. But I sent it to enough cops that you can’t be sure one of them won’t pass it along to the top cop or worse, the Feds.”
I smile despite staring down the barrel of his gun. “One final tip,” I tell him and glance over at Bowie. “You should really have a VPN if you’re going to be on the dark web. You never know who’s watching you. Who wants to find you and do sick horrible things to you. To your gang.”
Hector’s expression is pure black as he stares down at me. “Hope you enjoyed that, bitch, since it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.” And then he gives me a sick grin.
With tears in my eyes, I know my time has run out. Preacher and his friends aren’t coming. It’s just me, on my own, as usual. One tear falls for my girls, Mom and Ro, who will worry about me until my body is found.
“One more dead bitch in the port is just another nail in the Reckless Souls coffin.”
Or never. My body is never going to be found. They will spend the rest of their lives wondering what happened to me. I don’t want Ro to think I left to start a new life without her. I would never do that to you, Ro. Best Bitches for life.
I open my eyes and look at Hector, who returns the same blank expression he’s been wearing since his thugs dumped me at his feet. But just then, the front and back doors burst open at the same time. More noise sounds from an opening I can’t see just behind Hector’s back. Is this real? I hold my breath to see what happens next.
To the left, I spot Coop pointing his gun at Hector; to the right, I see Preacher with one man lying still at his feet.
“Oh, thank fuck,” I whisper and slump forward just as a deafening crack sounds in my left ear. I fall backward, and everything goes black.
I don’t know how much time passes with my ears ringing like crazy and my eyes shut so tight that stars are swimming behind my lids. Eventually, the ringing lessens, and all I hear is chaos all around me.
Bullets fly, and bodies fall to the ground at a rapid clip.
I curl into a tighter ball as if that can save me, but I’m too scared, frozen in place, to actually do anything to save myself. A hand grabs my ankle and drags me across the hard floor, and I don’t even fight it as hard as I should. I shoot a few obligatory kicks, and I’m sure I say something, but everything sounds muffled.