AllFreeNovel
Share Us
And until then, I would see nothing. I would hear nothing. And I would be nothing.
I stared at the large, brightly lit sign, boasting the name of the bar in front of me.
The Jack.
It was the place to go if you were legal—as Aric had constantly reminded me when he was still alive. Legal being key, since the owner was a stickler.
Not that it’d stopped Aric or Beck.
I never once joined them. I hadn’t had a need to.
I didn’t drink. I already had a monster waiting for any opportunity to take over my mind.
I’d lived in Wake Forest my entire life, but I hadn’t set foot into the massive bar until half a year ago when someone had finally given me reason to. Nearly every night since, I’d found myself there.
But even with how many times I’d been there, a shudder ripped through my body as I stepped through the doors.
Like a demon passing through the doors of a church. It shouldn’t be done.
And what I was doing—it shouldn’t be done.
Deep down, I knew that.
I couldn’t convince myself of that.
Because other than going to his house and killing him in his sleep, this bar was the only way to get to him.
I eyed his sister slinging drinks behind the bar as I moved smoothly through the crowd of people, headed for the booth I sat in every night.
It gave me a view of the bar and was set far enough in the shadows that no one would notice me unless they were looking directly at me.
Once I was in there, I waited to see if he would show. As I did every night.
My number four.
Dare.
One hour. That was all I let myself have in this place with my wants and plans before I forced myself away.
Most nights, he didn’t show when I was here—if he came at all.
One night he’d had Lily under his arm.
It’d taken every ounce of willpower I possessed to walk from the bar instead of killing him right then in front of her.
Sometimes I still thought it might’ve been easier to get it over with then. But I had my plans for him—just as I had with Bailey and Finn. Just like I did for Mickey.
And a fast, quick death in front of the girl I’d protected and loved wasn’t part of that plan.
“See something you like?”
My body went rigid so fast it felt like I’d shattered.
I let my eyes drift to the side to measure her up—to check for any knives she might have in her hands tonight—before tilting my head in her direction.
“Jessica.”
“Nightshade,” she murmured in a giddy voice.
