I couldn’t stop laughing as I slipped the muzzle of my AK out the driver’s side window and lit up the guard just as my G-Wagon plowed through the chain link gate.
I whooped and hit the gas, speeding down the winding road back to the highway so fast the entire vehicle felt like it might topple every time I hit a corner.
I FUCKING DID IT!
I killed Damian!
My sisters weresafe!
Ryan could open Fairview again… and we could live our lives without the threat of Damian Fucking Ryker breathing down our necks!
Smiling so fucking big that my face hurt, I glanced at the clock.
I had been in there longer than expected. The sun was beginning to set, which meant I needed to get a move on.
Hoping I could find a flower shop that was still open this late, I merged onto the highway, absolutelybuzzingwith excitement.
I couldn’t wait to get home to tell my ginger snap that his dark angel had killed the bad guys, and everything was going to finally be ok.
Alexa, Play: Wicked Games - Lusiant
Iwas a fucking nervouswreck.
Cal fuckinglied to me.
He hadn’t gone for a nap. I couldn’t find him anywhere. After spending a few hours in the attic, I went to check on him and found our room empty.
After hunting through the entire house with no luck, I began to panic. I called his phone, but of course, he hadn’t taken it with him wherever he’d gone. It was lying on his desk, unplugged from the charger for the first time in weeks.
I tried a few different number combos, trying to get through his passcode, but after a few incorrect tries, his phone locked me out from trying.
I was nearly in frantic, angry tears when Vox strolled in through the front door, clutching his rifle and looking pissed off.
He took one look at my face, and his expression darkened further.
“Cal’s missing!” I gasped, and Vox’s face drained of all color. His lip curled in agitation, and he stalked past me, making a beeline for the living room where all his tech was set up.
I followed him like a lost puppy and stood next to him as he threw himself on the couch and started tapping away on his laptop.
He clicked an app, and suddenly, all his monitors were full of what looked like camera feeds.
I blinked, completely taken aback.
This was…my house!There were cameras filming everything that happened in almost every room of the entire funeral home!
Including my bedroom and bathroom!
What the fuck!?
Vox hit a button, and the feeds rewound. I watched in complete astonishment as Cal walked up to his phone, read some messages, and then beelined for the living room.
He dug through Vox’s duffle, stuffed a gun in his waistband, and four black objects into a backpack. Then he stalked out of the house. I followed his dark figure from feed to feed as he exited the house, disarmed a motion detector on his way, then hopped into his car and sped away.
“What the fuck! Where the fuck is he going!?” I exclaimed out loud. My voice was embarrassingly high, and Vox shot me an annoyed look before pulling a pad of paper over to himself and scribbling a note.
‘Obviously Apex. I ran into some of Damian’s guys while on patrol. They’ve been eliminated, but I’m sure they were sent because Damian knew Cal wasn’t going to be here.’
“Why the fuck would he go to Apex?! After everything we’ve done to keep him safe! Why would he go back to that man?!”
