Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
For now, I need sleep.
If they’ll let me.
CHAPTER FIVE
Maggie
“Hell, that hit the spot.” I let my body slump down on my makeshift bed of cardboard boxes, the taste of hot, spicy tortilla chips still lingering on my tongue.
Chips that mysteriously ended up beneath my worn-out jacket, along with a cola bottle and a cold tuna sandwich. Yeah, I could’ve spent ten bucks on it, but why? I’ve got a knack for lifting what I need, and every dollar I save is a ticket out of this place and away from my past.
I close my eyes, lay back, and try to calm my breathing, but all I see is Demon’s face. The last time I saw him. Lying there dead. The memory makes me sad. But I don’t have time to be sad.
I stare up at the ceiling and try to piece together my life. I’ve got money stashed away in a hole in the wall to my left. No phone, though. Nothing they can trace. Just enough for a bus ticket out of state. But once I buy that, I’m broke. Flat broke.
Unless...
I could hit up one of the Devils’ stash houses. The ones that store stacks upon stacks of drugs and cash and nothing else. Demon preferred to take over flop houses because after the BTD ran the crackheads off, they were too afraid to go back. If I can make it to one of those houses, snatch a stack or two of cash, I could be miles away by tomorrow.
“Are you sure this is the place? This shit is so raggedy it looks like it’ll fall down any fucking second.”
I freeze at the sound of that voice. Snake Eyes. That motherfucker is creepy as hell with a love of violence that borders on psycho.
“Yeah, this is the place, Snake. I’m sure. We used to kick it here all the time.”
I roll my eyes at the Glory Hole’s voice. That bitch was only around because she guzzled jizz like it was a vital fucking nutrient. Every cock in the gang had been down her throat or up her ass at least a dozen times.
“Hell yeah, we used to come here and get faded as fuck when we were younger.”
Familiar voice after familiar voice sounds, and I sit up, scanning the dark room until my eyes focus. There’s no fucking doubt in my mind that they’re here looking for me. My crew, well, former crew, is here to kill me in retaliation for some shit I didn’t do.
Crouching down on my knees, I crawl away from my makeshift bed, scattering the boxes and tarp so it doesn’t look like anyone has been here. I make my way to the other side of the room, mentally berating myself for being so fucking stupid. I shouldn’t still be here, not at this warehouse, not at a place my enemies know. “Sometimes you can be so fucking stupid, Maggie.” Demon’s voice sounds in my head, and I clench my jaws in frustration.
“Shut up, Demon,” I whisper and find a corner and make myself as small as I can, listening to the voices draw closer and closer.
“Maggie,” Glory singsongs like that bitch has ever been my friend. “Come out, come out wherever you are.” She lets out that cackling laugh that makes me want to bash her stupid fucking face in.
“We know you’re here, Maggie,” Snake Eyes taunts. “You probably shouldn’t be stealing chips from the corner store, dumb shit.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I slow my breathing to avoid giving away my position until I can find a way out of this fucking room. I’m not dying in this shit hole.
“What the fuck, Sorceress? Don’t make us hunt you down like a fucking dog. You’re better than that.” Simone. She used to be my best friend next to Demon.
This shit fucking sucks. It’s not just Glory and Simone, and it’s not just Snake Eyes. I close my eyes and listen to four more voices, and dread settles in the pit of my stomach because I know this is it.
There’s no running from this.
My past, my sins, it’s all caught up to me.
“Found her!” Tori, one of the newest females to join the BTD, looms over me with an evil smile on her face. She’s a tough bitch and crazy as hell, letting the guys jump her in instead of gangbanging her in. Her dimpled smile flashes wide before she lifts her boot and drops it on my face.
Pain explodes across my face as her boot connects, a stark contrast to the chill of the concrete floor. “You son of a bitch,” I growl, twisting onto my side and trying to stand.
“Where do you think you’re going, bitch?” Tori grabs my ankle, yanking me backward before she drags me across the floor. “We’ve got you now, fucking backstabbing whore.” She punctuates each syllable with a kick to my ribcage.