Page 2 of Unlovable King


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Not a damn thing.

Not until...

“What the fuck?”

The sprawled body of a woman lay like a shattered porcelain doll.Neck obviously broken, her eyes stared into nothing.Ribbons of blood flowed from where her head had cracked open on the concrete, matting the blonde strands of hair together.Immediately, he turned to his lieutenant and right-hand man, Acheron.

“Get this cleaned up,” he ordered.“Grab the surveillance footage and find that woman.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Did she have anything to do with this?Was it an accident?Or was she a witness to something that was going to get her killed, too?His gut was telling him she knew a little too much for someone to simply let her walk away.










Chapter Two

Nightmares plaguedher.

Being chased through the parking structure, there were cars everywhere but no one to help.A jagged breath of the killer lingered on the back of her neck, telling her he was right there.Any moment he would reach out and grab her.Hold her immobile while he taunted in her ear that no one could stop him.Not the police.Not her.Not even the threat of hell itself.Tears poured from her eyes.Fear.Desperation.Her heart pounded out of rhythm, and it made him laugh.She was going to die.

“I’m a nice guy,” he mocked.

Her phone rang, jerking her awake, and she sat up in bed, panting as she tried to escape from that accursed dream.Early morning light filtered through her bedroom blinds, and she was thankful it was Sunday.That gave her one more day to figure out what to do.She had to report it, but fear dueled with her ethical sense of responsibility.Still, if it washer, she’d want the truth to come out.

Shaking off the stymied self-loathing, she saw Betsy’s name on the incoming call and answered.

“Hello?”

“What happened to you last night?”her friend asked, sounding concerned.“You disappeared.”

“I...”There was no way she could tell Betsy what had happened.She refused to drag her friend into the mess.“Got sick.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah.I’m just going to rest today.”

“Hopefully, you’ll be better tomorrow.Always sucky to start the week not feeling well.”