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F O R T Y - T H R E E
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2026-06-09 22:11:07
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Dangerous F O R T Y - E I G H T
Sitting in front of the wall of monitors, beady eyes fervently scanning for any signs of movement, the shaggy-haired man let out an exaggerated sigh. Clasping his arm across his growling stomach, he leaned over, the swivel chair creaking at the sudden uneven distribution of weight. Rummaging through the junk-filled drawer beside him, he found the tin of cayenne tuna he’d stored months earlier, in case of an emergency. Cracking it open, he savored the spice as he shoveled a heaping spoonful into his mouth.Her voice echoed through the cold, concrete office. It always shocked him when she spoke – her sweet, timid tone the complete antithesis to the harsh, detached and vindictive orders she barked at him.“You are fucking kidding,” she hissed, slapping the underside of his greasy, disheveled hair. “Do you see a fucking window in here, you fucking moron? You’ll stink up the entire fucking building.”Rolling his eyes in frustration, the man spoke, a mouthful of tuna sloshing between crooke
Dangerous F O R T Y - S E V E N
Burnt orange quilts spilled along the sofa Zoe was curled up on, the warmth of its rays coating her arms and face as she unfurled, stretching aching muscles. Peeking over her shoulder, Zoe stifled a giggle at Anja’s undignified position. Sprawled awkwardly over the recliner, Anja’s neck was twisted uncomfortably, her mouth hanging open as she snored louder than Zoe’s dad. Sun beams danced, licking the ceiling like flames as it inched across the entirety of the lounge room and into the kitchen. As Zoe watched the intricate patterns it made, she relished in the small weight lifted off her shoulders from sharing her secret. Telling Anja had been therapeutic. Someone else knowing exactly what she was dealing with made her feel better, especially because Anja got it. There was no judgment or disapproval, only concern and compassion. She’d reveled in the juicy details of the relationship, sinking into intimate questions Zoe never would have answered had she not consumed almost a bottle of p
Dangerous F O R T Y - S I X
Anja pulled two wine glasses from her cabinet the minute they entered her apartment, filling both to the brim with red wine before shrugging off her leather jacket and slumping down into the small two-seater. Zoe followed, removing her shoes and curling her aching feet underneath herself. The wine was cheap, bitter, but Zoe knew the intended purpose was to get her drunk enough to spill the beans. Anja hadn’t been convinced by the narrative of Jon and Zoe’s split, and had pestered her for the entirety of her shift, dancing giddily as she cleaned tables once Zoe had agreed to spend the night at her place.“It was nice to have you back tonight, chicky,” Anja grinned, taking a large gulp of her drink as her head fell back against the sofa. “I was lonely as fuck without you and Sienna there.”“Not going to lie, I didn’t miss it… like at all,” Zoe laughed. “It was nice being back with my family.”Raising perfectly preened brows, Anja pounced on the opportunity to open interrogation. “Sooo…
Dangerous F O R T Y - F I V E
Their time together in Pittsburgh had only solidified their relationship. Being carefree had been good for them. As they said their goodbyes to Zoe’s family, ending with promises of return, warm embraces and assurances of more contact, there was no way Zoe or Jon could prepare themselves for the eerie discomfort of not knowing what awaited them back in New Jersey. Every mile closer to home sunk them deeper and deeper into silence.By the time they arrived at Jon’s house, there were permanent pathways indented into his dark hair, his fingers scraping through the strands continuously for six hour drive. Her lips stung from the constant chewing. The way Jon’s hand gripped hers, confining her to her seat in the car until the garage door had securely closed, made her uneasy. His insistence of her remaining in the car while he checked the house caused the hairs on her neck to rise. Would this be her life from now on? Constantly checking over her shoulder. Feeling afraid and tense. Waiting i
Dangerous F O R T Y - F O U R
The moon hung low in a navy sky reflecting in the still lake, a stark contrast to the blood red lights of the haunted house disarmingly flashing behind them. Petrified screams and eerie cackles pierced spirited conversations, eagerly awaiting people impatiently bouncing on the balls of their feet to psyche themselves up for entry. Fluorescent lights shone from the food truck pulled into the lot beside the house. A pimple-faced teenager stood behind the greasy counter, an electric food warmer showcasing rolling hotdogs. Evan watched longingly, his hands grabbing his stomach as it growled.“I should’ve eaten first,” he whined. “I only had two chicken sandwiches before coming.”“You must be starving,” Zoe rolled her eyes, head shaking in disbelief.With her hands tucked into Jon’s jacket pockets, Zoe allowed the heat of his body to warm her against the chill of the night air. As he cradled her against his chest, fingers brushing through the waves of her chocolate hair, the buzzing in his
Dangerous F O R T Y - T H R E E
Neon rainbows cascaded in rays through an otherwise dim arcade, crowds of people bunching together like sardines in a can, all cramming to play the smorgasbord of lit-up arcade machines while electronica competed with the animated chatter. With his palm splayed across the small of Zoe’s back, Jon directed her through the throng of teenagers absentmindedly dawdling toward them. Dark eyes darted around the expanse, lips pursed as he searched for a particular machine. As he spotted the flashing screen, a large buck staring at him through the static, his face lit up.“Fuck yeah, it’s here,” he whooped, almost childlike. “I was the absolute boss of this game as a teenager.”Zoe couldn’t help but smile. She’d hesitated when he’d suggested going to the arcade for an hour or two before meeting up with Evan, but seeing him now, in all his unencumbered joy, she was glad she’d agreed.Broad shoulders rolled back as he stepped up to the machine, large palms gripping the red rifle from its holster
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