Page 121 of Forgive Me, Father

“You have arrived at your destination,”the automated voice informed me.

I looked at the property.The old houses loomed like shadows.Their weathered brick facades half-hidden by the dim streetlights.No sign of life, all of them, little forsaken projects long forgotten.

But I didn’t care.No fucking asshole would ever be scarier than the White Rabbit.Especially not now that my beast had taken control.

I opened my door and climbed out with my Glock in its back holster.I shut my door and took a few steps between the houses.

I needed his sidekick, Mica, to show me where that bastard was.

But the fucking asshole was probably just watching me.Toying with me.Buying time so that Kai could kill Camilla.

A scream cut through the night, sharp and raw.

My insides twisted, pulling in a single direction, my heart.

It was Camilla.

THIRTY-NINE

THE LITTLE RUNAWAY

FIVE MINUTES EARLIER

“Kill me, please,”I begged Kai.

“No, sweetheart.It’s not time yet.”

I felt like a washed-out rag.I lost count how many times this fucking bastard was inside of me.

I lost count of how many times he had cut me.

I was certain that I was going to die any day now.

Nobody could live with the amount of blood I’d lost.And yet, here I was still breathing.

“I think it’s time to remove that beautiful face and send it to your husband.”

The gleeful insanity shining in his eyes claimed me.It seemed my death was finally here and I would be set free from this torture.

Alfonso was my only hope of revenge because he wasn’t going to find me alive.Hopefully, he would find this evil bastard and do to him things I could only wish to see.

Tears rolled down my face as he placed the scalpel firmly against my jaw and sliced slowly.

I had felt this pain countless times before, convinced my body had grown numb to it.But with every new cut, I was proven wrong.

A guttural scream tore from my throat—raw, desperate—one I didn’t even know I was capable of.

Shots went off outside and Kai froze.

I was done.I wanted to die.

Kai cursed under his breath, his hand gripping my face as he leaned in, pressing his lips against mine.I didn't fight him, didn’t resist.

“I’ll see you soon to make right on my promise,bella.”He knocked me out with his head and the darkness came as the shooting became a distant memory.

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A steady beeping pulsed in my ears, followed by the sharp chill of mist spraying up my nose.Cold.Clean.It felt like life.

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