Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
I took a sharp left onto a back street, causing my car to fishtail. My tires kicked up gravel as I took a curve.
“Motherfucker!” I roared until my throat felt raw and my chest burned. I slammed my fists into the steering wheel.
Sixty-five miles per hour…
Seventy…
Eighty…
Eighty-five…
Ninety…
Ninety-five miles per hour…
Breaking triple digits…
Another sharp turn, another curve, another hill.
Faster…
Faster…
Faster…
I needed to slow down, but I couldn’t. The adrenaline of what I wanted to feel kicked in.
The high.
I rode the euphoria, needing something, anything other than what I was feeling.
Emptiness.
Darkness.
Engulfing. Me.
Burying me alive.
Faster and faster and faster, I sped.
A hundred and ten miles per hour…
One fifteen…
She. Is. Mine.
I slammed on the brakes, skidding across the pavement and spinning out of control. Whipping around into several three-sixties, along with all our memories tossing and turning, I just held on with wide eyes.
All I could smell was rubber.
Gasoline.
Then there was silence.
No more thoughts.
Words.
Memories.
She. Is. Mine.
I sped home, rushing back to her. It was dark out now. The full moon was looming over the horizon. I couldn’t get back to her fast enough until finally I saw the road back to her.
Except, once I saw the house, it nearly knocked me on my ass.
“What the fuck did he do now?” I shouted to myself.
The place was swarmed with cops.
“Goddammit, Kraven!”
As soon as I pulled up to the drive, officers ran toward me.
“What did Kraven do now?” I yelled, watching as they surrounded me.
“Julius Knightly.” One of them grabbed my hands, pulling them behind me.
The rest played out in slow motion.
“You’re under arrest for possession with intent to sell.”
My blood ran cold.
In the blink of an eye, Isla walked outside with Kraven beside her as the officer continued. I paid him no mind, too consumed by Isla bawling her eyes out. She once again turned to Kraven for comfort, and he wrapped his arms around her.
Revenge was a dish better served cold.
The instant I locked stares with Kraven, I fucking knew…
* * *
My brother was the one who called the cops on me.
* * *
TO BE CONTINUED…