Page 202 of Creep

A loud shot came out from behind.

Tears were already streaming down my cheeks before I opened my eyes and looked at Victoria’s face in shock.

I shook my head.

She collapsed on the floor by my feet, the knife clattering down from her hand. She turned around and looked at something behind her.

I did, too. Leo was standing there with a gun, smoke billowing out from the end.

“Why?” Victoria croaked out. Leo slowly made his way over to us. I managed to hide the knife under my shoe, pulling my legs along with it toward me before he got to us.

He didn’t seem to be thinking about anything as he stared down at Victoria. All the while, she struggled to breathe, her arms lifting, reaching for him.

And I could do nothing but watch as she took her last breath.

I gasped when her arms fell back down to the ground.

She was dead.

I couldn’t say anything for a while. I could barely think.

Leo crouched down in front of me, the gun still in his hand. I jerked back when he reached his hand out for me.

His bloodshot eyes hardened over the move, and I could do nothing but look at him.

He didn’t look the way he usually did. He wasn’t in one of his regular suits but in a black, short-sleeved T-shirt, dirty jeans, and white tennis shoes, and his hair was a mess.

“Why did you k-kill her?” I stuttered out.

He shrugged. “She was a means to an end. Either she died by my hands, or I sold her to the highest bidder. I could probably make a pretty penny off her, but she is not just a random nobody you pick off the street. She had a family who would probably be concerned about her going missing. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they find her body later on and give her family the chance to send her off properly.”

I was stunned.

Hysterics bubbled up inside me.

This was crazy, wasn’t it? He was crazy. The way he was talking about her… everything he had just said.

I let out a small giggle. Leo frowned at me as if he thought I had lost it. I just might have. God, what the fuck was I supposed to do?

“How could you do this to me?” I asked.

“Me? How could you not fucking tell me you were whoring yourself out to your fucking stalker? And a fucking killer, at that. He killed my men at the cabin.”

“Men you sent to me, right?” I asked bitterly. “To teach me a lesson?”

“A lesson you needed to learn. You’re not supposed to lie to me.”

He looked me up and down. “Apparently, you haven’t learned that lesson.”

He reached over and cupped my cheek with his hand. I tried to move away, but his hold was firm.

“Do you have any idea all that I have done for you?”

I shook my head, or as much as I could with his hold on me.

He leaned over and kissed me. My scream was muffled when I felt his lips on mine for the first time as disgust rolled in my stomach. I was careful not to move my legs, afraid he might notice the knife, but that meant I was helpless against him, unable to get out of this.

I bit his lip hard.

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