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“Nessa,” his voice filters through, “I was waiting for you to call.”
“I’m still alive,” I flatly reply. “Are we done?”
“I have good news.”
I’m instantly alert. “You caught Debolina?”
“Close. We’ve found a solid lead. The cabin she’s been staying at on the outskirts of town. We’re preparing a team to catch her.”
My heart soars with hope. “When?”
“I can’t share the details, but it’ll be soon. Until then, stay alert.”
“I will.”
“I’ll talk to you soon.” He hangs up.
I exhale a rough breath. One more week and I’ll eliminate the two biggest threats in my life. The sixteen-year-old me never thought she’d get a happily ever after. Now, I’m more closer to it than ever.
Hope blossoms inside my chest.
Fallthorne just may turn out to be my second chance at a new life.
CHAPTER – 64
Augustus
The week of The Massacre Ball has arrived, bringing with it a wave of excitement and cloaking the town in an air of debauchery. It’s considered to be an even bigger season than Halloween, with people all over the world coming to visit.
Why wouldn’t they? There’s nothing off-limits.
A haven to live out your darkest fantasies.
For us—the perfect place to exact our revenge.
Anonymous has no idea we’ve uncovered his identitywithproof. He played us all, hiding like a chameleon. Tonight, we end his blackmailing reign.
The trap is set and we are biding our time.
Entering the walk-in closet with a towel wrapped around my hips, my gaze lands on Nessa standing in front of the full-length mirror and staring at her reflection.
My cock hardens as I watch her apply the blood-red lipstick on her plump lips. A vision of her on her knees with those lips wrapped around my shaft until I mess up her lipstick crosses my mind. The color will look fantastic painted all over my dick.
The fantasy doesn’t help my state as my eyes travel up her lean legs that look a mile long wrapped in knee-high heeled boots, to the back of her ass stretching the material of the tight black miniskirt.
Even though I picked the outfit, the sight of her is still like a punch to my sternum. My heart roaring one word.
Mine.
I swallow the ball of lust that threatens to choke me at the beautiful white lace molded to her tits and tiny waist. The top is indecent with a deep V-neck that leaves little to the imagination. For hell’s sake, it looks painted on her skin. With her hair piled high at the top, a few loose curls framing her heart-shaped face, her entire neck bare, my teeth ache with the need to mark her like an animal.
How am I supposed to keep my hands off her the entire night?
How the fuck does she expect me to focus?
She looks like an angel corrupted by the devil, ready to dance with him in the pits of hell.
I’m hit with the full force of her beauty when her smoky eyes lift and clash with mine in the mirror. They soften despite my feral expression. The darkness and possessiveness I’m unable to tame.
