Page 99 of Savage Scream

Griffin’s eyes snag on me immediately, and I see his shoulders relax a fraction.

Naw, was he worried about me?

I also see his men’s eyes land on me, travelling the length of my body, which is when I remember I’m in only a bra and panties.

I mean, it could be worse.

“You really think I’m that stupid?” Bianca sneers. “The moment I put the gun down, I’m a dead woman.”

My vision morphs into a red haze as I hear that woman’s vile voice and I raise the knife, getting a feel for its weight in my grip.

“Hold your fire,” Griffin says quietly to his men, and they give him a nod, their eyes either on me or Bianca.

I take that moment to make my presence known.

“You’re a dead woman, regardless.”

My voice stiffens Bianca’s spine, and the moment she whips around, I rush at her, leaping onto her wide frame and slamming the knife into her upper chest.

The gun tumbles from her hand as she tries to gasp, her eyes wide with panic as she realises she’s about to die.

With my legs wrapped around her as much as they can, I keep stabbing, and stabbing until Bianca stumbles backwards and falls hard to the floor.

I go with her, not releasing my legs’ grip on her sides, and continue to plunge the knife into her, counting each one out loud.

“Seven! Eight! Nine!” I hiss, snarling each number with venom as I keep going.

I ignore the pain that slices through my side, and the warm gush I feel run down my hip and leg, focusing on counting out my stabs with a clear number in mind.

“Twenty-seven! Twenty-Eight! Twenty-Nine!” I scream, hacking away at her now lifeless body.

There’s yelling coming from somewhere nearby. Another gunshot. But I don’t stop, my eyes on Bianca’s mangled chest, now nothing but blood and torn flesh with the hint of bone, as I continue to scream out each time I sink the blade into her.

My body slowly starts to tire, my onslaught slowing as I count the final numbers.

“Forty-one. Forty-two. Forty-three.”

I still. My hand trembling from exhaustion as I slowly release my grip on the knife as my hearing starts to come back to me.

It’s silent.

Eerily silent.

Darting my eyes up from the bloodied corpse under me, I see so many faces I don’t know staring back. Some with disgust. Some with shock. A couple wearing smirks.

“Dee.” My name falls from lips I long to kiss again, and I glance to my side to see Jared and Griffin standing over me and the now dead, Bianca Kerr.

“Jared,” I whisper, my body swaying where I’m straddling Bianca, a wave of numbness rushing over my body.

I glance down then, to my side. There’s so much blood, and it’s not all Bianca’s. It’s mine, and it’s coming from a huge shard of thick glass protruding from the side of my abdomen.

“Oh,” I slur. “That can’t be good.”

Then.

Everything goes black.

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