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Andrei quickly propped her up, standing behind her as he draped his arms around her shoulders. "Austin's Iris?" she whispered, turning slightly to look at him. Andrei nodded. "I'm not sure if you remember this, but about five years ago, Iris was shot to death in Clifton Bay. The cops never found her killer, and her case went cold. It turns out the hitman, well, hitwoman, is Veronika." "If the case went cold, how do you know she's the killer?" Holly asked, looking as intrigued as she was horrified.

The room buzzed with the low hum of murmurs as the attendees exchanged glances, processing the information. In the world of organized crime, where power dynamics and alliances have shifted like quicksand, any deviation from the norm raises eyebrows. Within this clandestine network, criminal organizations were symbolically represented by totemic animals—dragon, lion, wolf, and snake. Francisco Hilton, a formidable player in this sinister chessboard, bore the emblem of the snake. Among those present was James, a key player in this intricate web of criminal enterprises. As he lit a cigarette, his gaze shifted to Andrew, and he inquired with a hint of curiosity, "Where is your phony friend?"

He’d been chatting with this stranger for the last two months, and I had a sinking feeling this trip had less to do with seeing The strat and more to do with finally meeting her. “It’s dangerous,” I said, my voice firmer now. His smile faltered. “She isn't Zarah. She’s actually really friendly,” he muttered, but I rolled my eyes. It was always the friendly ones that turned out to be psychopaths. “I’m coming with you then,” I said, digging into my bag and coming up with pepper spray and a taser. A few passersby gave us weird looks, but I didn’t care. Better safe than sorry.

she said. She scrolled the screen, her face tight. "Yes, that's what I told Marge and Harv. I have a list of their dealers and suppliers and their route." She kept my phone and poked buttons as I drove. Stopping, her finger ran over the screen, a tear formed at the edge of her eye. She wiped it off, put the phone on the seat, and stared out the windshield. I sensed more, "And?" Jade took a deep breath. "I've witnessed three murders--executions, and I know where the bodies are buried. Jack, I can bring them all down."

I tell her. “Is it safe this late?” she asks, then winces. I chuckle. “Well, it’s safer than walking alone on the road Natalie...” I take a jab at her, anyway. “By the way, I checked. There are indeed 4000 serial killers on the loose in USA.” Her eyes widen in horror, then she whines, “This is not a right time to mention this Jacob!” “Don’t worry, we will be fine.” “That doesn’t make me feel better,” She exclaims.

It’s been playing on a loop in my skull—over and over—like a broken recorder stuck on the same gruesome note. It’s not just the shock. It’s the knowledge that whoever killed him… they didn’t miss. They didn’t even hesitate. One second we were talking, the next—boom—everything was over. These people… they don’t care where you hide. You could sink to the bottom of the ocean, and among the billion creatures in there, they'll find you and fish you out, smiling the whole way. That’s why I doubled my security before sunrise the next morning. By afternoon, I’d tripled it.

But as we walked back inside, my phone buzzed on the table. It was a text from my best friend. Elena: Girl, I just saw a video trending. Someone filmed a couple fucking on a balcony at The Cosmopolitan last night. It looks so much like you! What the hell happened? My stomach dropped. Derrick read the message over my shoulder and smirked. “Looks like we went viral,” he said, pulling me closer. “Want to make another one tonight?” I nodded, heart racing with both fear and excitement. This was only the beginning.

"I need someone who doesn't care about the money. I need someone who breathes for the sole purpose of watching Bane Valak’s world burn. Someone who has been waiting for a crack in the armor." "Is there anyone like that left alive?" "One," I said. I felt a cold, sharp chill of anticipation. "A man who lost more than a daughter to the Valaks.“ I reached into the inner pocket of my coat and pulled out a burner phone. I dialed a number I had memorized a decade ago, one I swore I would never use unless the ground was opening up beneath me. The line clicked. There was no greeting. Just the heavy, rhythmic breathing of a man who sounded unhappy to be disturbed.

"Where are Shelley, Tanya, and Kim? Wait, a minute. Did you kill them too, you backstabbing bitch?" Oh, crap. "No. Shelley was attacked by the dead, and that bitch killed Tanya and Kim when we got here." Andrea found her second wind as she stood, screaming at the top of her lungs and pointing at Casey. "She fucking shot them like dogs!" I glanced back at Casey to see her still ignoring everyone, rocking Mindy. "What the hell?" Danielle spun, examining Casey with shock and rage. "Both y'all shut the fuck up! They were infected. Casey had no choice. I would've done the same thing." Thomas hopped out of the bed of his truck and stalked over to the girls. "Der, get your girl to chill the hell ou

If it weren't for what I wore, then it's my personality, just to annoy me. Fuck, not this time. "You just think you're so special, huh?" Veronica says, and I only scoff. "The innocent one while in reality you are nothing but a slu—“ "Stop it, V!" Jeremy snaps, furious. "Are you five or something? If you add another word—“ “What?” Veronica snarls, and everything gets ugly in a whiff. “Are still nuts over her? Is that it?” What’s going on? What was this bitch about to call me? I get heated, and the others are in wonder.