Killer Bones (CNC FRATERNITY PREQUEL) by Cari Silverwood EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Cari Silverwood
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The last time I saw Izabella, her friends were burning and blown apart,
she was running away, and bits of me were melting in those flames.
So… This night is getting more interesting? Yes? It has segued from
boring prelude to a boring hit, to a long-lost date.
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When she pauses, her face is highlighted by the overhanging
streetlights, and I’m certain it’s her. Those killer cheekbones are
unforgettable. I sat next to her, elbow to elbow, smelling her, at that bar,
Chasos, for ages that night. Some women smell of fear when I’m close to
them, but she smelt of arrogance, desire, and certainty. It was an intriguing
combination.
She turns away and resumes walking, looking like a tasty kitten
strolling through a forest, set on being eaten by the wolf. Her ass switches,
to and fro beneath a flimsy red coat that clutches at her. It sticks to her
thighs or her curvaceous bottom with possessive clinginess.
The humidity is high; the air drips with jungle heat. I imagine her sweat
attracting the cloth, imagine my teeth wedged in her neck, and the tang of
her skin under my tongue.
Her red heels tap rhythmically on the concrete pavement, a metronome
slicing up the music of lust. Tick-tock, tick-tock. She has appeared in
precisely the wrong place at the wrong time.
I think I know why she is here. Her articles on nepotism, tyranny, and
crime have gone viral since the burning. Montez is a frequent target for her
writing, as is my brother.
Distracting little creature.
Distractions can be fun. A brief flash of the moth sizzling in the flame.
Or, sometimes, an atomic-blast-level conflagration.
Once again, I used fire to describe. Telling.
I touch the side of my face. The ragged ridges, hollows, and grisly
lumps of scars stir ugly memories. A scarred man can be a remarkable
thing. For a man like me blending into the background is better.
I am here to kill Montez, and he might like to kill both her and me in a
two-for-one deal. If he knew my true name.
Of course Montez Flores has yet to truly see me.
Five years since I was left convulsing and smoldering on the ground
with wisps of smoke rising heavenward.
I guess if you liked fires in a pyromaniac way you might remember that
fondly.
I’m not a pyromaniac. I’m just a killer.
Izzy sways down the darkened street between deserted offices, closeddown stores, and shut eateries, and I contemplate following her to her
destination. The lights here are less frequent, the street darkens. I scouted
this street days ago. It’s adjacent to my own, and the CCTV is nonexistent.
Vehicle dashcams are another matter, of course, and a random factor one
needs to be aware of.
Years ago, I marked her down as a date.
I don’t forget my dates.
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