AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I can take him,” I promise.
“You’ve gotten too cocky.”
“You’ve lost too much faith in me,” I say with a smile.
“Never. I just don’t want to lose my sister to one of them because she got careless,” he retorts.
“At least we don’t have to risk spending time in the house to remove the cameras this way.”
“Still can’t believe they haven’t figured out you’ve been watching them. The FBI, I mean.”
“Two tiny holes in the walls at random isn’t enough for them to suspect your mini cams being installed, considering the NSA is the only who is supposed to have that technology.”
“They shouldn’t be so easy to hack if they wanted to keep that technology a secret.”
I roll my eyes, grinning. “Now who’s cocky?”
He mutters a very unflattering word to describe me, and I grin broader.
“You know the worst thing that could happen isn’t just death here, Lana. If he overpowers you…You’ve studied his past just like I have. You’re not the only girl he’s hurt.”
My smile disappears as icy fury washes over me. “I’m aware. Just like I know his father is friends with the governor, and all the accusations disappear when the women turn into lying whores. Right?”
“Just be careful,” he says on a sigh. “And get him trapped first. Then have some fun with him.”
&nbs
p; That has my smile returning.
“I’m going in.”
“Leave the phone on.”
“Yes, sir!” I say with a mock militant tone.
“It’s sir, yes, sir. But whatever.”
Slowly, I push the phone into my pocket and head inside to kill one last time before going home to massacre so many more.
I’ll paint the town red. Just like they painted the streets with our blood.
Grabbing my purse, I step outside, jogging down the street.
“Don’t forget you need to drive to Delaney Grove to start phase one,” I say into the Bluetooth earpiece.
“Yeah. I will. As soon as I make sure you don’t get yourself killed by being reckless,” Jake says too loudly in my ear.
I cut the volume down, and slow my pace, approaching Morgan’s house. I watch through the window, seeing him walk through the house in just his boxers without an ounce of shame.
Fortunately, he lives about a mile from anyone, so as long as no one rolls up on us, I should be able to finish this quickly. I hate rushing the kill. I planned for days and days of torture with him.
No I have to improvise and cram days of torture into one method. Only one way to do that.
“Going in,” I whisper before slipping in through the front door.
I twist the knob, not surprised to find it unlocked. Morgan thinks he’s a badass who can’t be hurt. Talk about feeling invincible…
I push through the door, grimacing when it creaks. I pause, listening for him, but don’t hear anything to alert me that he’s coming this way.
