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I sigh and grab the other set of arms and legs, tossing them to Oregano. The other four can split the two torsos.

“I don't allow attachments when I make money the way I do. Lying to loved ones and living a double life doesn't appeal to me.”

“So, you have no one,” he states.

After tossing the torsos in the last two pens, I give him a dead stare, letting him see through the windows of my soul, only to find nothing inside.

“No one,” I echo, then turn and head to the cleaning station tucked into the far corner of the barn, near the metal table.

“Legion already paid for tonight. Thanks for dropping them off,” I toss over my shoulder, signaling the end of his visit. The pigs are finishing up, and I prefer to clean alone.

Or maybe I just prefer tobealone.

It's a quiet existence, but it's been so long since I've known anything else.

“I'll see you around, Molly,” Cage murmurs, the statement sounding more like a vow than a goodbye.

My throat tightens, and it doesn't ease until I hear his car door slam shut, the engine start, and the tires crunching over the gravel as he retreats.

My phone rings, showing an unknown number, and like every time before, I answer it and hold it to my ear wordlessly.

“Is itdone?”

“Yep.”

“Good.”

The line goes dead, and once again, I'm left with nothing more than blunt teeth chewing through bone.

“Thanks, Helga,” I sigh.

Molly

Present

2022

The sudden knock onthe door causes me to jump out of my skin, nearly sending the wine in my glass splashing in my face and on the fantasy novel from Adeline Reilly that I’d been reading.

Heart thundering, I stare at my front door with widened eyes, my brain running over possible scenarios on who the fuck could be at my door.

Of course, it jumps to the worst conclusions first.

What if it’s a cop telling me that they’ve somehow pinned my father’s murder on me and I’m under arrest. Or that they have evidence of me kidnapping Layla. Shit, maybe it’s a friend of Francesca’s, and they’ve come to collect what they feel they’re owed.

The second knock has me snapping out of my spiraling thoughts. I hurriedly set my wine down on the coffee table, before scrambling to my room to grab my Glock. I’ve never had to use it, but I don’t mind breaking it in.

Whoever it is, I’ll feed them to my pigs and no one will ever kn—

A third knock.

Quietly, I fish out my phone from my back pocket and click on the feed for my security cameras, finding Cage on the other side of my door.

I release a weighted breath and swing open the door, glaring at him with annoyance.

He raises a brow.

“Can’t say I’ve ever gotten that look before when showing up at a lady’s door. I must be losing my charm.” Then, he clocks the gun in my hand, and the other brow joins the first. “That’salsonew. You gonna use that on me, little ghost? I don’t mind joining you in the afterlife.”

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