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“A hunter.”
At this moment, it’s like I never stopped being that version of myself at all. I simply buried him. Hoped and prayed he died once and for all.
Turns out, he didn’t.
Fuck you, Rune.
Asshole knew exactly what he was doing.
I turn to leave, but stop before I reach the door. “Oh, yeah, and I’d look into re-homing poor Rocket. You aren’t exactly fit to be his caretaker anymore, agreed?”
And with that, I leave, not stopping to soothe the wandering female downstairs. Marcus will comply with my rules, and she’ll be fine.
Devastated, but fine.
6
Jane
Three Days Later
Ipourcoldfoamover a cold brew latte, dribbling a few drops over the counter.
“Oh, I wanted the new chocolate cold foam.” A high-pitched voice says.
Inwardly, I scream.
Outwardly, I smile up at the college aged customer and apologize. “Oh! I’m so sorry. I’ll make you another one.”
Her thin lips lift, the expression not reaching her eyes. She tosses her dyed red hair over her shoulder, shrugging. “No biggie.”
Hmph. No biggie for her. I’m the one who has to redo this entire process. I get to work re-pouring her drink, frothing her chocolate cold foam and layering it on top.
She leaves without shoving a single penny into the tip jar.
Ugh.
I check my phone once she’s gone, hoping to read a few chapters of the new e-book I bought. I’m at the part where the girl realizes her older brother’s best friend is mega hot, and he might be into her. I slide my finger down the screen, pulling down my notifications bar.
And that’s when I see it.
Another text from an Unknown ID.
My thumb trembles as I click the text, my free hand gripping the countertop with white knuckles.
Unknown ID: Pretty lil tits, baby. I’ll be licking them soon.
I nearly gag, brows furrowing as I glare at the screen. What the actual fuck? Who says things like that? I scroll up, and sure enough, the number is the same one who told me I’d pay a few days ago.
My phone buzzes, and a shiver works its way over my spine, creeping up my neck and turning my hairs straight up.
An image is loading.
It appears blurred at first, thanks to the shitty download speed of my phone. But soon, the colorful shapes define into people.
It’s me. Me and the woman who left minutes ago.
My eyes dart toward the glass shop windows, peering toward the spot I think the angled picture could have been taken. A streetlight illuminates most of the street, but there’s an alleyway between two shops filled with shadows. Is he hiding there, watching me at this very moment?
