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That’s when I stumbled upon it – a recent record of a civil lawsuit. The Orlando Sentinel was trying to find and serve her, and they would do anything to make sure that she knew about the lawsuit.
My heart skipped a beat; this was my chance. I would be able to find her.
“Gotcha,” I whispered, unable to contain my excitement.
I devoured every word of the article, my obsession with Sofia growing stronger by the minute. It wasn’t fair. She seemed like she had everything – fame, love, life – while I struggled just to make ends meet. She’d dropped one of the most talked about articles ever on a random website that was hosted somewhere offshore and she’d just disappeared.
We were both born in the same city, but she had always been the golden girl, the one everyone admired and envied. I remembered seeing her name in the bylines of the gossip column of the Sentinel, thinking about how annoying it had been that I’d tried to go for the same job and she had gotten it. She was older than me and less into the nightlife scene of Orlando. I would’ve made a better celebrity reporter, I was sure of it.
Who even read newspapers anyway? I didn’t even want to think about it.
But she had gone and dropped a ridiculous article on a notorious serial killer. And now there was a rumor on the forums I frequented she was involved with the Mercy Drive Blades? She should’ve known better than that.
It was so deliciously scandalous.
I couldn’t really fault her. I mean, sure, they were all killers and bad people, but they were all ridiculously gorgeous. Like they should be playing gangsters on a TV show, not like they were actually boots-on-the-ground honest-to-goodness mafiosos.
I looked through my pictures of them, stopping at the blond one. He was so striking, with high cheekbones and elvish features. I didn’t know how she was involved with them, but I hoped she wasn’t involved with this one in particular.
Even just looking at Jace Roman’s face did something to me.
“Someone like her doesn’t deserve all that,” I muttered under my breath, my jealousy turning into seething rage.
The more I learned about Sofia, the more I wanted to be her. No, not just be her – replace her. I deserved everything she had, and I would stop at nothing to take it all. The fame, the love, and especially Jace Roman, the gorgeous, young tech genius who had fallen into the Blades for seemingly no reason.
One day, I might even be able to interview him.
“Jace…” I sighed dreamily, letting his name roll off my tongue as I imagined what it would be like to have him wrapped around my finger.
“Miranda!” my roommate yelled from the living room, pulling me out of my fantasy. “Are you ever going to come out of your room?”
“Later!” I snapped, irritated by her interruption. “I have work to do.”
“You also have dishes to clean,” she huffed, stomping away.
I turned back to the computer screen, my eyes narrowing with determination. I would use Sofia’s legal troubles to worm my way into her life and the Mercy Drive Blades. And once I was in, there would be no stopping me.
I would expose her to everyone for what she was.
“Watch your back, Sofia,” I whispered, a smile creeping onto my face. “You have no idea what you’re up against.”
Chapter Four: Sofia
Isatattheedge of my seat, fingers drumming on the table as I poured over stacks of legal documents. There were things I had no control over.
The killer after me and my brother.
The bounty on our heads.
The weird social media girl who had decided she was obsessed with me.
But the things I did have control of, I was going to take care of them. And if I wasn’t so worried about everything else, I would’ve been outraged at the fact that I was being sued by my former employer.
Alayna, my editor, had hardly supported me when I told her about the Orchid Strangler. I had to practically beg to take on the Strangler story in the first place, and it was only after organized crime backed me that I was able to publish my article.
And by organized crime I meant my boyfriend and his men.
The guys started to disperse. There was a lot to do and the meeting was over; everyone had a job, somewhere to go.
