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I shake my head and pull her closer. She looks at the trailer, her mind clearly going other places. I kiss the side of her hair and hold on to her, thanking God this is finally over.

Chapter Sixty-Six

Harlow

(Moments before)

I leave Chloe standing in the cold room in Jace’s shirt. I angerly wipe at my tears as I exit the run-down factory. My eyes go to the trailer, and my legs take me there. You see, I had no intention of calling for backup just yet. Something needs to be taken care of after all. I hold on to my gun and lift my chin.

As I climb the porch steps, a board creaks underneath my feet. My blood pumps into overdrive, causing my nervous system to go haywire. I quietly turn the knob, holding my gun up, ready to shoot. My eyes find the man sleeping on the couch, hanging on to a bottle of liquor. My lungs stop taking in air as I look at the evil that took my sister from me all those years ago.

All those girls in there taken from their lives. My jaw tightens and I lift my gun, pointing it right at his head.

This man doesn’t deserve it to be so quick. I move my gun down to his filthy penis. I swallow, and then I speak. “Wake up.”

He doesn’t move, so I walk closer and kick the shit out of his dangling arm. He jumps and blinks his eyes open. “What the fuck?” Who the hell…?” And then he realizes. “Rabbit?”

My stomach turns.

“You found me, I see.” He looks stiff, like he’s almost afraid to move.

I tilt my head, carefully watching his actions.

“I guess I did make that last one easy for you.”

“Why did you?” I ask. “What made this time so different?”

He shrugs and sits up. I step back, pointing my gun at him. “I guess it stopped being fun. It’s hard work taking care of all those girls.”

Taking care of them? I want to spit on this man. I want to set him on fire and let him burn down in this piece of shit trailer. Those girls are dying.

He reaches over and grabs a pack of smokes from the table, tapping it against his hand so one will fall out. Taking it between his lips, he lights it. I narrow my eyes, watching him. His eyes are black, his hair a long thin mess. The trailer is tiny, with only a small couch fitting in the living room. I hear the fridge kick on and feel the warmth radiating from a small heater in the corner of the room.

I’ve dreamed of this moment. The things I’ve wanted to do to this man.

How I’ve wanted to make him suffer for all he’s done. My whole life I’ve focused on finding him and Chloe.

My whole goddamn life.

The hours spent, the relationships I sacrificed. Would I have children by now if Chloe hadn’t been kidnapped? Would I be married?

What would my career choice have been?

Librarian maybe?

I want to laugh.

I shake my head at stupid thoughts and focus back on the man in front of me. He smiles wickedly.

It’s odd, ya know? The things I dreamed of doing to him, because now that I have him right in front of me, I feel no need for any of that.

I simply want him gone.

“What do you say, little rabbit? Wanna watch me have a go at one of them? Would that turn you on?”

I lift my chin. “Rot in hell, motherfucker.” I pull the trigger, shooting him between the legs.

He shouts, “You stupid bitch. Goddammit.”

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