Page 69 of Hide n' Seek

Don’t do it,my inner voice told me.Don’t fucking unlock it.

But I did. I knew his passcode since we first got phones. He never changed it.

Standing, I went straight to the photo album to see if the photos were still there.

They were.

My thumb hovered over the delete button.Just do it.

But even as my mind was chanting at me to do the right thing, instead I hit the share button and dug into my pants for my own phone.

I’m so sorry, Vic.

Vic

You’re losing your touch, Wolff.

My lungs and eyes burned as I kicked and thrashed, finally catching Dylan’s face and causing him to loosen his grip.

If I didn’t get the gun, he was going to fucking kill me.

I took it for the lifeline it was, taking the opportunity to throw myself into the boat, panting for air.

The gun.Kohl. No, fuck Kohl. The gun. The gun.

He was on me in an instant, his fingers closing around my throat. In a flash of oxygen-deprived insanity, it was like I was with Kohl in the house of mirrors again, their breathing ragged as they prepared to take my life.

My fingers brushed the gun where it had fallen onto the floor of the boat, and I stretched to the point of breaking, black clouding my vision and the world starting to slip.

Finally, I was able to get the weapon close enough for me to grab it, turning the gun on Dylan and pulling the trigger. The loud, sharp sound of the bullet firing reverberated throughout the tunnel. There was a pause, like both us were waiting for something,anything, to happen. But his grip never faltered.

“HA! You fucking lousy shot! I’m close enough totouchand you still missed?”

I cursed under my breath, fumbling to touch the gun to him.

Fuck, how hard was it to shoot this goddamn asshole?!

Another.Just one more time, Vic.

This time I jammed the gun against his shoulder, my weakening finger trembling as I fought for the strength to pull the trigger.

This time, the bullet embedded itself right into his shoulder. He howled and fell back backward, the sweet relief of oxygen filling my lungs.

I coughed and spluttered, forcing myself onto all fours. “Kohl chokes me harder than that when we fuck,” I taunted, my voice hoarse. “You’re losing your touch, Wolff.”

Dylan snarled, his hand shooting out to grab my ankle to yank me backwards.

If I’d thought Dylan was strong before, if was nothing to now. He grabbed me, forcing me underneath him and my head over the edge of the boat to hover above the waters slowly moving surface.

“You hear that?” Dylan asked, referring to the pings coming from his tracker. “Theylovewatching me kill you. Do you know how many are begging me to go evenslower? I’ve bagged ten extra points just by playing with you, Vic.”

“You’re fucked in the head,” I hissed, struggling.

“Maybe,” he hummed. “But does it really matter when the games will make me rich? I don’t think so.”

I thrashed against him again, my fight slowly leaving me he was just too goddamn heavy.

Fuck… was this it?

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