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CHAPTER 9

LIV

Ihad held my hand over my mouth as I listened to Maiden’s and Ripper’s conversation. I don’t know what possessed me to stay there and listen, but I had and now I wished I hadn’t.

I pulled my suitcase down from the top of the wardrobe. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t do the whole mate process. Not with a man like Ripper. God. He was everything a girl like me would want. Bad, and as bad as they come. He has a road name as Ripper because he would tear bodies apart in a fight.

He was everything a girl wanted. Bad wrapped in muscle. I yanked on the suitcase, causing it to come crashing down and I was quick to open it.

I tried my hardest to not do drugs, but that was exactly what I needed right now. Drugs. And not pills. No, I needed, the hard stuff.

I pulled the pure silver out.

It wasn’t Den’s special blend. It was the normal kind.

I lit it up and inhaled. It was only when I turned the package over, that I saw the writing on the bag.

For the silver junkie, may your death be long and painful.

I read it, and then my mind started to get cloudy. Reaching out for the bedside table, my hand went for it, but I missed and collapsed onto the ground. The next thing I felt was a pulsating pain through my body—convusling as it took over my body.

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