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After I escaped hell, I never thought I’d see it again. Truthfully, I hoped no one would ever find it, tucked away beneath a loose floorboard behind the dope I hid away.

So how the fuck did Richard Yates have it? Did he take it from Ramsay? If so, how did Ramsay get it?

Only someone who walked the dirty halls of that broken down house would have ever come upon it. So, who found it? And what do I do about it?

I don’t know but if Crush saw it before it left that shithole, then I’m doubly screwed. I poured my soul onto every page and the shit written in there could bring down quite a few players.

Hm.

Circling the thin notebook, I stare at it like it might bite me before giving in. I don’t want to walk down memory lane but if there’s something in there that might save me, I guess I have no choice.

I just wish the thought didn’t fill me with sheer panic because it’s gonna be a long night regardless.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Willow

The following morning, I don’t see the Sinners until lunch. I’m eating at my usual table and although I can tell Ramsay isn’t pleased, he leaves me to it from his perch at his own.

“Hey, Will.”

Glancing up, I find Maeve before me, and I lift my lips in an approximation of a smile. After hours of reliving every dirty deed, I did while high, I came to one conclusion. I have to trust someone with my secrets or I’m going to die. I can’t do this alone. Hate isn’t an option because although he’d use the information, he’s also just as likely to sell me out for more.

The only other people with enough power behind them to help are the Sinners. I’ve come full circle. Oh, the fucking irony.

It’s a risk. Ramsay could be in on this, but I have to at least try. I’m alone and the farther I sink, the harder it will be for me to emerge. If there’s even the slightest chance Ramsay wasn’t lying about me being a part of their group, it’s the opportunity I need.

Maeve sets her tray on the table and sits down opposite me before saying softly, “Have you heard from Dixie?”

Images of her head resting on that fucking blow up bed pass over my vision and swallowing I shake my head.

She’ll know soon enough but it’s not my place to tell and frankly I don’t know what to say anyway.

“Oh,” she says, darting a look at the table where the Sinners sit. “What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” I ask, sipping from my soda.

“Why are they all staring over here?”

Laughing, I set the can down and say, “I’ll give you one guess why Diem is.”

She drops her gaze, a pretty flush painting her cheeks. “It’s not like that.”

“Then how is it?”

“Diem thinks of me like a sister.”

Glancing at the table, I study Diem’s avid stare before saying, “That is not how a brother looks at a sister. You like him. Why don’t you do something about it?”

“Because.”

It’s all she says but I hear the fear. It’s what prompts me to stand and grab my shit. I’m not going to waste my life in fear, wondering what if.

No more. People die. I could die tomorrow, I might as well live today.

Maeve’s eyes go wide when I lean over the table and her mouth drops open when I say, “Don’t waste time, Maeve. You never know how long you’ll have.”

Her eyes shine with confusion, but I let it be because in the end, she has to pick her destiny. I know what I want mine to be.

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