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"Fuck off, Aksel! Go back to your stupid bitch friend Carissa. I knew you were all over her all along. Get the fuck away from me!" She shrugs herself off me and runs the rest of the way to her car, beeps it unlocked, climbs in and quickly locks it again. Before I know what's happening, she's started the engine and her vehicle is bearing down on me, high beams blinding me. I leap out of the way just in time as her car roars by.

She's a fucking lunatic. A complete psycho. Her jealousy got me more than a little excited. And I've never been as attracted to someone in my entire life.

Chapter 26

Fallon

The dim lights of the spa cast eerie shadows on the walls, flickering like an ominous heartbeat. I can feel my pulse quickening as I glance at Grave. His face is a mix of determined focus and bittersweet satisfaction. This is it. The day we've been planning for weeks.

"Are you sure Jared will show up?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady despite the wild storm brewing in my chest.

"Positive," Grave replies, his voice low and confident. "He's so eager to meet his online dream girl, he won't suspect a thing."

I nod, biting my lip, unable to shake the unease that has settled in my stomach. We've meticulously crafted every detail of this revenge plot, luring Jared Carlson to this private spa we booked just for tonight. He thinks he's meeting the woman ofhis dreams for some sexy spa time, but instead, he's about to experience a terror he'll never forget.

"Fallon, are you ready?" Grave asks, locking eyes with me. I can see the fire of vengeance burning within him, and I'm reminded of why we're doing this. For Teri, and for all the other women Jared has hurt and discarded without a second thought.

"Let's do it," I reply, my voice stronger now.

We wait in silence, hidden in the shadows of the spa's entrance. Moments later, the door opens, and Jared steps inside, scanning the room with a smirk plastered on his face. He's completely oblivious to the trap he's walking into.

"Hello?" he calls out. "Is anyone here? Bella?"

"Over here, Jared," I say, disguising my voice to sound sultry and seductive like the imaginary persona, Bella, that I've created for the evening. He follows the sound, his eyes lighting up with anticipation when he spots me, draped across a lounge chair, wearing a form-fitting sheer black swimsuit coverup that leaves little to the imagination.

"Wow," he breathes, his gaze raking over me like a predator. "You're even more stunning than your pictures."

"Thank you," I purr, playing the part of the eager vixen. Inside, my stomach churns with disgust, but I push through it. This is for Teri. For justice.

"Come join me in the pool," I suggest, gesturing towards the water that shimmers under the dim lighting. "We'll have so much fun together." I stand and let the coverup drop from my body and crumple to the floor, revealing my swimsuit underneath.

Jared's eyes practically bulge from their sockets as he admires my curves, and he wastes no time in stripping off his clothes. I can barely contain my contempt as I watch him strut towards the pool, completely unaware of what awaits him.

"Let's spice things up a bit," I suggest, my voice dripping with seduction. "Put this on." I hand Jared a silk blindfold, and he grins eagerly, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Kinky," he chuckles, securing the blindfold around his head. "I like it."

"Step into the pool," I instruct, my tone firm yet sultry. "I'll be right there with you."

As he steps into the water, Grave emerges from the shadows, his expression stony and resolute. We exchange one last glance before locking our gazes on Jared, who still believes he's about to live out his wildest fantasies.

Little does he know, we're about to turn those fantasies into his darkest nightmare.

As Jared wades into the water, his hands outstretched to guide him, I shoot a glance at Grave. He nods, understanding our unspoken signal, and retrieves the small container holding our secret weapon—one tiny, almost invisible, candiru fish.

"Ready?" I whisper to Grave as we both approach the edge of the pool. He gives me a curt nod, his jaw set with determination.

"Okay, Jared," I call out sweetly. "Stay right where you are, sexy. I'm coming in."

Jared grins, his anticipation palpable as he stands alone, blindfolded and vulnerable. I can't help but feel a sick satisfaction knowing that he's completely unaware of his impending fate.

"Three... two... one..." I count down softly, and Grave releases the candiru fish into the pool with a barely perceptible plop. The tiny, parasitic creature swims swiftly towards Jared, drawn by the scent of his urine, which he's unknowingly released in his arousal.

Suddenly, Jared screams, a guttural, horrifying sound that echoes through the empty spa. His hands shoot down to his groin, frantically trying to alleviate the excruciating pain.

"Please!" he begs, his voice cracking. "Make it stop! Make it stop!"

"Oh, we've only just begun," I say calmly as he writhes, water splashing on the walls around him.

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