Page 7 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

But it was like my brother to bring me back to life, just so he could play some psychological game with me.

I took a deep breath, relishing the feel of air in my lungs.

Then looked up to find my brother standing in my doorway, watching.

“You’re going to be late for school,” he chirped.

I felt sick to my stomach as I looked at his expression.

Though he had a smile pasted on his face, the emptiness in his eyes gave him away.

Psychopath.

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I was no longer terrified of suffocation anymore.

I was terrified of something much worse.

My brother.

CHAPTER 2

I’m glad I have boobs. The last thing I need is people making eye contact with me.

-Dory’s secret thoughts

DORY

The first of my friends to die was Lulu.

According to the paper, she’d rear-ended a log truck and had died on impact.

It took me a whole half a second to realize what had happened.

That it hadn’t been a mistake.

That it had been very much planned.

It was while I was composing an anonymous letter to the police, telling them what I thought was going on—i.e., my psychopath brother killing her because he’d heard her worst fear—that I heard about Della.

Della had been running at a track when she’d been abducted, tortured, and then killed before being dumped into a dumpster behind the school.

That’s when I knew I had to do something.

I had to tell them about my brother.

That fear that he’d instilled in me was something I would have to overcome.

There was no way he could talk himself out of this one.

At least, I hoped not.

After reading about Della’s death via a Facebook post, I snatched my keys off my desk and headed to the police station.

Only, none of them took me seriously.

Not the woman behind the front desk.

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