Celeste is a 18-year-old girl living in a beautiful neighborhood, with perfect families. But her family is not perfect. She lost her father to a senseless crime. She is mad at the world and she doesn't care that she caught the eye of a young gang lord. Every girl at her school falls over themselves to get his attention but she's trying everything she can to be invisible. She hates men because they are unreliable And she doesn't care that this one is beyond dreamy.
View MoreThere’s nothing quite like this moment. The anticipation. The thrill. The satisfaction of seeing her exactly where s
The box in front of me is open, and the smell of blood is thick in the air.My me
My back is screaming, my knee feels like someone took a knife to it, and my arms are stiff from being stuck in the same p
I don’t know how many hours have passed. The walls of this room feel like they’re closing in on me. No windows, just a single door that’s been locked since they threw me in here. My body aches from sitting on the hard floor, and my throat is raw from screaming at no one.And then, finally, the door creaks open.Trevor walks in like he owns the world.Something inside me snaps.I lunge at him before I can think, before I can feel the terror crawling under my skin. I’m screaming, my fists pounding against his chest, his arms, his face—anywhere I can reach.He doesn’t flinch.He doesn’t stumble.He doesn’t even try to stop me at first, just stands there while I throw everything I have at him.Then, with nothing but a flick of his wrist, he shoves me off. Effortless.I hit the floor, hard. My palms scrape against the rough wood, but I don’t care. I push up and charge at h
I step into Celeste’s house, and the first thing I notice is the silence. A thick, unnatural kind of quiet that presses against my ears. It’s wrong. All of it is wrong.I’ve been calling her for five hours. Nothing.She’s gone. I know it in my gut. Trevor took her.I exhale slowly through my nose, grounding myself before my anger can swallow me whole.The men I put here to watch her—gone. Haven’t checked in. Haven’t answered. I already know what that means. They’re dead, or they were smart enough to run. Either way, they failed me. They failed her.
My hands are shaking. My whole body is ice-cold, but my face is burning. My stomach twists so hard I feel like I’m going to t
Celeste trembles beneath my touch. Good. That means she understands.I slip the hood over her head, my fingers brushing against the soft strands of her hair. She flinches, and I almost laugh. Like she has a choice in any of this.Then, with a heavy thud, the wooden crate hits the ground. The sound alone is enough to send a ripple of fear through her—I can feel it in the way her breathing quickens. I lean in close, my lips just a breath away from her ear."If you scream, I will slit Tamrin’s throat and make you watch.”She stiffens instantly, and a shiver runs through her body. Ah, there it is. That beautiful moment when someone realizes just how powerless they really are.Satisfied,
I can’t move.I can’t breathe.My whole body is frozen as I watch them—Trevor’s men—move around my house like ghosts, erasing every single trace of themselves. Of me.The coffee mug I dropped? Gone.The chair that got knocked over? Upright, perfectly in place.The rug that shifted in the struggle? Smoothed out like it was never disturbed.They’re meticulous. Careful. Like they’ve done this before. Like they know exactly how to make it seem like nothing ever happened.Like I was never here.Trevor stands a few feet away, watching me with something
I blink, certain my eyes are playing tricks on me.Tamrin?Standing at my door, looking at me with that sad, hesitant expression.My stomach clenches, and my first instinct is to slam the door in her face. But instead, I take a cautious step back, gripping the edge of the door so tightly my knuckles ache."Can I come in?" she asks softly.My throat feels dry. I glance past her, scanning the street, the sidewalk, anywhere—because if she’s here, then maybe he’s here too. Maybe he sent her. Maybe this is part of whatever twisted game he’s playing.But there’s no one. Just Tamrin, shifting awkwardly on her feet.
It's been 5 years since my father was killedI remember it like it's happening at this very moment.He worked late like every other night of his life and on his way home he was hijacked by a bunch of stupid boys who not only took his hard-earned money. They killed him in cold blood.My mother came into my room at 4 am in the morning and shook me awake. The moment I opened my eyes I saw the horror in hers. She tried to keep it together as she told me that I was never going to see my father again.My body went cold, I couldn't speak and I couldn't move. My father was dead!I don't remember how the funeral went because I was numb the whole time. All I remember is that he was put in the ground and that was it.And today when I woke up that numbness overtook me like it does every anniversary of his death. It starts in my feet and then it travels all the way to my chest. This ice-cold feeling grips...
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