Page 242 of Love Me Stalk Me

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Hard.

His head snaps to the side. Blood spurts from his nose.

He grunts, groaning in pain, but Izzy is not done.

Not even close.

She leans in. “You thought you could ruin me?” she whispers, her tone pure venom. “That you could control me? That you could manipulate me into being some tool for your pathetic fucking crime ring?”

Evan’s breathing hard now, struggling against the ropes, but she keeps going.

“You spent years grooming me, trying to break me,trying to mold me into your perfect little pawn.” She lets out a soft, humorless laugh. “And you thought you were so fucking smart.”

She leans in closer. “But look at you now.”

Evan growls, jerking against the ropes.

Izzy?

She just steps back.

Turns to me.

And lifts her chin.

“I’m ready to go now.”

If I didn’t already love this woman, I would now.

Amanda grabs at Izzy’s wrist. “Let’s go, rage queen.”

I watch them leave, my chest aching with pride.

And then?

Then it’s just me and Evan.

And he is about to experience a very different side of me.

I LET HIM TALK. THEN I MAKE HIM BLEED

CAL

I release the rope.

Evan slumps forward, groaning, shaking his wrists out as he spits blood onto the concrete floor. He coughs, looking up at me through swollen eyes. "What the fuck is going on?"

I tuck my hands into my pockets, the cool metal of my knife pressing against my thigh through the denim. I tilt my head slightly. "Simple. I'm here to clean up your mess."

His brows furrow. "What?"

I shake my head like I'm disappointed. The fluorescent light above flickers, casting momentary shadows across his bruised face. "They sent me in."

His face twitches, confusion giving way to a glimmer of—hope.

"Who?"

"You know we don’t say who."

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