Page 27 of The Unravelings

But I’m not just anyone.

I duck down behind another tree, taking in her assessing eyes as she scans the area for anyone snooping. It’s me. I’m the snooper. And I have a feeling I’m getting a glimpse into a world I’ve never dreamed of.

Agent Seven, huh? What the hell does that even mean?

“Get in the damn car, pain in my ass. I can’t believe you let your fucking mark steal everything from you. She take your dignity, too? That seems to have evaporated.” One of the twins raises his brow when Jordy’s fingers curl into fists.

Interesting… I guess it pays off to be a shadow. No one knows I exist. No one knows I’m here, and I’m getting a front-row seat to something juicy and incredible.

Something to possibly keep to myself until I have more information. More sleuthing.

“D’aww, you’re worried about my dignity. Have no fear, fuckers. It’s all here.” He grins when he flips the two of them off and then leans in to kiss Olivia on the cheek. “Have fun on your mission. Take those bitches down. And remember, I’m your favorite sniper. I can take a shot from two miles away. You say the word.”

Mission? A sniper? Take them out? Well, my world got a whole lot brighter.

I may not know where the fuck my sister is. Or exactly why my little ghost has returned from the dead and showed up here in men’s clothing.

But I have a feeling I’m about to have everything I’ve ever wanted in the palm of my hand.

I watch as the vehicle leaves, taking my little ghost’s so-called cousin away, leaving her standing there with a sad look on her face and worry holding her shoulders down. There’s a blank expression crossing her features as she tucks her hands into her sweatpants pockets and pulls out her phone. Discreetly, she checks the device, and her entire body tenses.

“Fuck,” she mutter-groans, throwing her head back. Her eyes squeeze shut, removing the world from her view.

But it doesn’t remove her from mine.

My eyes check her from head to toe. Yeah, she could probably fool someone in her disguise. Baggy sweatpants. Loose shirt.

Too bad, I know what’s beneath the facade.

Mine.

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Olivia

Unknown number: This isn’t over, Spitfire…

Great.

Wonderful!

This isn’t over. Well, I guess not. Imagine my surprise when I was forced to return here and confront all this. Him. Them. Fuck. This isn’t over. I mock inside my head. This is it—the call to murder me again. Finish me off before Franco finds out I’m still alive and kicking.

This entire ordeal was over before it even fucking started.

Two weeks. That’s all it took. And this? This is the cherry on top of my already shitty day. They’re probably collecting their weapons to invade my dorm room and put me out of my misery.

Fuck.

I wish someone would. End me now, fellas. At least I’ll die with some sort of dignity. Or maybe not.

You know what I’d rather do, instead? Hide. Cowardly? Most definitely. Especially since I’m supposed to use this to my advantage and make them my bitches so I can get into their frat and infiltrate their gang to take Franco down. But how the fuck am I supposed to do that? How am I supposed to make this work when they know who I am and want me dead?

Howwwwww?

What does Jonathan expect me to do? Completely turn off my feelings and face them again? Turn off the rage, fear, and everything in between?

I don’t understand the angle. Or him. Or his big, bad boss who insists I’m here.