![]() I’ve heard of the crazy shit that Madison did to Brantley’s dad, so I know the actual cutting isn’t what actually upset her. I still don’t know who he is working for or why, but it’s him.” “Can I ask why you decided to cut this man?” Madison looks up at me with doe eyes, pointing toward the master bedroom that’s behind a sliding door that separates the lounge and bedroom. “Sure.” I fling the knife up and down her body. My eyes search her blood sodden hands and then land back on hers. I don’t know why, but I feel the need to whisper. “Jesus Christ,” I pace back and forth in the bedroom, dangling the knife in my hand. I point to each door and set them all at a door each, and then press my ears to number 401. “This level?” he whispers as he comes closer. ![]() I turn to face the rest of The Kings as they all begin to file through one by one.īishop’s eyes come to mine, his head tilting. We climb the stairs, taking two at a time until we reach the door to level twenty-one. “She’s way too fucking smart for even us,” Brantley grunts from beside me. ![]() “She took the motherfucking stairs!” I yell, anger gripping at my bones. ![]() “Nate!” Bishop barks from behind me, but Brantley is right there beside me. “She took the fucking stairs,” I mutter, my feet kicking up in speeds I didn’t know I had. ![]() “Yo! Nate!” Cash hollers from behind me, but I ignore him. I narrow my eyes at the stairwell, the light illuminating like a beacon of fuck knows what. ![]()
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