บททั้งหมดของ The Actor's Contract: บทที่ 221 - บทที่ 230

“Where’s Jackson?” Leyla pipes up before I can. Even she knows the two of them move like a pair of loaded dice.“I ditched him,” Lee says around a mouthful, licking grease from his thumb with deliberate slowness. “He’s working on my nerves.”“I can understand that,” Leyla says as if it’s common know

Date = 25 JunePlace = San Francisco (UCSF Medical Center)POV - AriaCalm as a queen waiting for her pawn, with arms crossed, gun in one hand, casually leaning against the bonnet of a black van, is the bitch.She wears a black trench coat like she’s in a mafia-themed perfume commercial. Tall, blond

Two muffled shots tear through the air into his body before he can even blink. Time slows. He drops to the ground. My own scream dies in my throat.“He’s just garbage. I can damage garbage,” the woman explains calmly without batting as much as an eyelid ― no regretful compassion whatsoever for the p

“Now stuff her in the box,” a deep voice hails.“It’s too small.” “You know the drill, make her fit.”And then one final sound. A crunch. The sickening crunch of something soft being crushed, stuffed, shoved.“I need a shower.”A lid slams shut. Laughter again. Softer. One of them even hums a jaunt

I glare at Lee, our eyes lock, tensely, like that moment when you see a snake raising its head, poised to strike.“If you touch her, you will wish you were dead.” He drags out vowels just long enough to unsettle you, turning simple words into quiet threats. A chill runs down my spine that causes my