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Chapter 14: Move Whore

Penulis: Marie Jessette
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-15 16:59:44

Katarina’s POV

I paced under the flickering streetlamp, my footsteps crunching glass on the sidewalk.

The wind bit through my clothes as I waited under the broken streetlamp, hugging myself tighter, trying to stop my bones from rattling in fear. The hoodie I wore was too big, Liam’s stolen sneakers two sizes too large, and my heart? That shit had turned into a rock lodged deep in my throat.

I kept glancing around, hoping and praying for Mateo to come.

My eyes searched the empty street like they might summon him if I just stared hard enough.

Come on, Mateo. Where the hell are you?

But there was nothing. Just shadows, silence, and the soft buzz of the streetlight above me.

Then I heard it. A low, rumbling engine.

A black van.

Its headlights sliced through the dark like knives. My breath hitched for a second.

My gut told me to run, every instinct screamed it, but my feet didn’t move. Not fast enough. Not soon enough.

The van screeched to a halt, and the passenger door flung open.

And he
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