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“Repaid the favor by fucking him?” Annika asks.

Molly closes her eyes and tears run down her cheeks.

“We don’t need to hear this,” I growl. “Now she’ll say she had a bad childhood. That her daddy was a mean guy. That her daddy issues sent her into the arms of your father, Annika.”

“Molly, look at me,” Annika says.

Molly opens her eyes. “Please…”

That’s Molly’s last word spoken. I slide the blade across her throat with precision and ease, cutting mortally deep. Blood sprays from her neck, almost exactly like they show in movies. It’s pretty fucking accurate when you know how to slit a throat the right way, ensuring you sever the correct arteries.

I wait for Annika to start to cry. And throw up. Instead, she stands there, watching, not blinking.

She’s never looked so fucking sexy and fucking scary.

ChapterThirty-Two

ANNIKA

I’m watchingmy best friend bleed to death from a large slit in her throat.

I’m not sure of the true friendship technicalities when it comes to betrayal, fucking your father and trying to have you kidnapped and fucking trafficked and all, so my mind refers to Molly as my best friend still.

Chills do a dance throughout my body at how smooth and easy Peri makes it look, cutting her throat the way he did. It’s obviously not the first time he’s done this. That’s terrifying.

Peri grunts and pulls at Molly’s hair, lifting her up and throwing her down to the bed on her back.

There is blood everywhere. Sprayed all over the floor. Now starting to cover the bed as her throat throbs, blood pulsing. It’s fucking disgusting yet it’s satisfying at the same time.

“She will never hurt you again,” Peri says to me. “She will die with her guilt and sins on her mind. I will always kill for you, Annika. I will always keep you safe. I… I love you.”

I gasp as the sound of those words.

Peri plunges the knife down into Molly’s chest, through her shirt, skin, and into her heart. My heart races as I watch my best friend’s heart stop. She’s dead.

And Peri is in love with me.

* * *

The room is completely silent.

Blood still drips from Molly’s throat. The end of the knife sticks out of her chest. It’s done. It’s over. She’s dead. She deserved to die.

I patiently wait for reality to hit me. Waiting for the moment I curl forward and throw up. Waiting for the moment I start to cry.

That doesn’t happen.

I slowly look toward Peri.

“How do you not get caught?” I ask.

That’s the question burning inside me right now. It’s a logical one if you ask me. Right now, our DNA is all over this room and the apartment. I’ve touched so many things in the apartment. So has Peri.

Not to mention the knife. I mean, I guess he can just grab and pull that out of her—

Peri pulls me toward him. “That’s something you never have to worry about. You truly don’t understand how this works. Power controls everything.”

His mouth seeks mine and we start to kiss. His tongue moves with passion. I can’t help myself as I force my eyes to move, looking at Molly’s dead body right there on the bed next to us.

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