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3. Holden Graham

4. Gunnar

5. Adam Moretti (Ash's father)

6. David Blacksburg (Kill's father)

7. Jackson Gray (Dom's father)

8. State Senator Pete Gallagher

9. Mayor Kyle Benjamin

10. City Councilman Marcus Rutherford

11. Judge Hayden Wilson

12. Brockton Chief of Police Robert Bailey

13. City Councilman Mr. Josè Brown

TWENTY-FIVE

THE FINAL RACE

UNTIL THE DAY I DIE: STORY OF THE YEAR

KILLIAN,A MONTH LATER

"Bend over my fucking bike, Little Psycho," I hiss, coming up behind Calista and dropping another empty can of spray paint.

I turn my back to my latest piece of art and focus on her ass as she hikes it up over her plump little ass, spreading her legs so I can see everything. I quickly undo my pants and pull my cock out, pushing into her wet cunt in a powerful thrust that pushes her against the seat of my bike.

"Anyone could see us, Killian," she laughs, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder, but she wiggles her hips to help guide me deeper inside.

"So, I don't give a fuck, baby," I grunt through my thrusts, feeling the chill of the wind wrap around us as it fills the tunnel. "You're mine; this pussy is mine, and I'll fuck you wherever I fucking want."

She giggles, a bright, genuine sound that we haven’t heard in quite some time, pure joy illuminating her face. Holding her hips possessively, I pound into her warm cunt as hard as I can,reeling from the way she squeezes around my cock, bringing tingles all the way down to my fucking toes. Her moans echo through the tunnel, the sound of slapping skin becoming music to my ears as I continue to fuck her, owning every inch of her beautiful body and soul.

She pushes her ass back, begging me to go deeper. I lean forward, my chest against her back, while I keep ahold of her hips, fucking her deeply and slowly, trying to savor the moment for as long as possible.

"Fuck, Killian," she moans again, her entire body quivering beneath me.

"What, baby? Tell me what it is," I urge her, feeling my cock pulse between her tight, well walls as I get closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm going to... fuck, I'm going to come," she gasps, writhing against my bike as I reach around and squeeze her throat, rolling my hips while trying to fuck her through her tightening pussy.

"Then let go for me, baby. Come all over my cock and soak it; soak it good," I growl, feeling my cum spill into her without any warning.

But once she feels my cum pouring inside her, she lets go herself, arching her back as I choke her, fucking her with wild strokes and reckless abandon, never wanting this to fucking end. And as I savor the last few thrusts and the feeling of her warm cunt gripping my dick, my mind drifts off to thoughts about where we are now, since everything ended and our new lives began.

I had been so worried about how she would cope after the death of her parents, fearing she might spiral even further and contemplating the terrifying possibility of losing her altogether. But she surprised us. She continues to take her medication to keep her mental health under control, which has been the best thing she could've done. We've all stayed clean, not even pickingup a drink, even in moments of celebration and shit. She opens up to all of us instead of pushing us aside and dealing with the shit she goes through all alone. I'm not sure how or why it happened, but Addy is gone; she hasn't shown up since the night Cali killed her parents, which leads me to believe that they were the ones keeping Addy around. Cali had unfinished business with her parents and needed closure more than ever, and until she got it, Addy was going to stick around. The moment she became free of the chains put in place by her parents, Addy disappeared into thin air, only staying by Cali's side to help see her plan through and to help get that closure she so desperately needed. That's what Addy was there for. She was a push, a reminder to never give up, and in some way she was Calista's strength, her guide, her protector, and when all of the threats in her life vanished, Addy was no longer needed.

The initial weeks were tough for her; she watched the news with a hawkish intensity, deeply engrossed in the harrowing coverage of the crime. Yet everything shifted when the headlines revealed that the FBI had dismantled a significant child sex trafficking ring. In that moment, her fears and doubts melted away. She felt a profound relief that her parents were gone, but even more so that justice was being served regarding the flash drives—not just the one she left at her parents’ house, but all the drives she had strategically placed at each crime scene for the authorities to discover.

We were all astonished to see that this crucial information was shared with the public. As the reports unfolded, we learned about each man who met his end and the horrific acts they had committed against children, along with the corruption festering within the police force and political circles. She played an instrumental role in exposing these truths, effectively discrediting all thirteen individuals on her list, including our fathers.

What ultimately allowed her to breathe easy and begin to move past the trauma was the fact that the police had shifted the blame onto an unknown, scorned victim of the unfortunate thirteen. Not once did they mention Calista or any of us as suspects, a revelation that brought us immense relief, assuring us that the nightmare we had endured was truly over—and it would not return to haunt us.

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