All Chapters of My Pretty Dirty Kitten : Chapter 31 - Chapter 33

DmitryI am either losing my fucking mind, or Gianna is actually here, at the tracks she claims to hate, in the arms of Braide fucking Langley.Anger coils tight in my skull, hot and blinding. I blink hard, trying to steady it, but then she startles like she heard something. Like she heard me. The next second she’s pulling out of his arms, eyes scanning the crowd frantically.So she did hear me.I step fully into the garage, forcing my posture loose, my expression unreadable. Calm on the outside. Anything but on the inside.“If it isn’t the king of the tracks, Dmitry Orlov,” Braide drawls. “To what do we peasants owe this rather homely visit?”I scoff. He’s lucky Gianna is standing right there. Otherwise he’d be face first in dirt already.“What are you doing here, Gianna?” I demand.Her eyes widen, guilty in a way that hits something ugly in my chest. Like she knows she shouldn’t be here.“I…” She inhales, then looks straight at me, something shifting in her expression. Something col

GiannaThree thousand, four hundred and twenty-one.That’s how many seconds I’ve been locked in this place. Yes, I counted. Twice.My heart has stopped at least eight times in that span, and for once I’m not even exaggerating.The air feels more heavier, and congested like there's plenty of us here and not just me and the cold floor doesn't do anything to help my nerves.My phone's useless here too, I tried calling Kevin and just like every darn horror movie there's no signal here.I tap my phone again anyway, switching on and off the airplane mode, my eyes widen at the sight of one bar and I rush to call Kevin again but it disappears.“Yes, yes,” I whisper, rushing to call Kevin.And just like every freaking movie, the bar disappears complete. “God,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “Please.”I do not even know what I am pleading for anymore. A signal bar to come back. For someone to burst through the door and save me. Anything at all that will get me the fuck out of here. I can feel