Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
The projectors winked out and the shots were replaced with a single web address repeated dozens of times on the walls.
www.truthordareclubexposed.com
“On that site is a link that you’re all really going to be interested in because it takes you right to the place where you can employ my services and the services of the Rogues.” I smirked. “Not the four hot sexy Rogues you’ve known, but the true Rogues that you’re afraid to name. Surprise, surprise. They’ve got new management... and it’s me.”
“Liar!” Everleigh got stuck behind two half-naked rugby players. “She’s a liar! That website is a fake. Someone get her off the stage!”
“I’m not a liar, but I’m not standing up here to prove it to you. It’d be in the best interest of some of you if I never do,” I said. “Let me say this flat out, the Rogues are in a new racket: revenge.
“This is to anyone and everyone who’s been made a victim of this disgusting club. They farmed out and anonymized their attacks, and now you can do the same. Farm out their retribution. Put in a request through the site, and Rogues will make everyone who hurt you and paid for it, regret what they’ve done.
“You just tell us how you want it. Castrate the rapists? Expose the blackmailer’s secrets? Arrange an accident for the murderers? Whatever you want,” I said into a rapidly quieting room. “Anything goes.
“T.O.D.ers, you know who you are. Get ready to spend every single day of the rest of your short life looking over your shoulder. Wondering if the guy looking too closely at you is a Rogue distracting you while the other stabs the knife in your back.
“And if you’re thinking you don’t have to worry because your victim can’t afford us, I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” I smirked. “Our five-dollar fee is more than affordable.”
“What are you saying?”
“You can’t threaten people like this,” someone screamed. The panic was clear in her voice. “This is criminal. I’m recording everything you say. You’ll be arrested.”
I shrugged. “Maybe, but I’ve got friends that’ll spring me from prison. Do you have friends that’ll save you? I can tell you right now you won’t after everyone sees the real T.O.D. Club. But what will save you”—I raised my voice, one eye on the rapidly approaching Everleigh—“is if you confess!
“Confess what you did and what you dared someone to do to the police, and the Rogues will take you off the hit list. Refuse, and we will happily carry out your punishment.”
“She’s a liar! You’re not leading the Rogues, you nobody, Dreg.”
“Take your chances that I’m lying. Sooner than later, someone is going to get curious. They’ll put in a request through the site just to see what happens, and then some shit is going to happen to you.”
Everleigh burst onto the stage. “Give that to me!”
“Five dollars, people. Make the bastards that destroyed your life with some game pay.” I dropped the mic and jumped off the stage, shoving past grasping hands for the door on my right.
I escaped into a hallway, Everleigh hot on my heels. I did hear something behind me.
“Hey, bitches,” Saylor belted through the speakers all over the house. “You’re gonna want to go with the confess option because I’ll tell you right now, I’ll be using Sinclair’s services to make each and every one of you ungrateful bastards pay for turning your backs on me. Did you really think you could be free of the Burkhardts? What kind of dumbasses are you?”
I tuned Saylor out. She was gearing up for a long rant.
I didn’t know where I was going. Saylor gave me a rough layout of the mansion, but all that went out the window when surrounded by more rooms, floors, and living areas than a family of three needed.
“Don’t run away, Sinclair! I want to hear all about how you bawled and snotted your heart out when Daddy died in your lap!”
I zipped around a corner, taking a staircase up two steps at a time.
“I heard bachtraxin poison shreds your lungs, squeezing the air and life out of you. Did he beg!”
A hurricane of wild eyes, messy hair, and wicked delight haunted my heels. She was gaining on me—fast.
“Did his eyes bulge as he desperately clawed his throat, begging for you to save him?”
“You’re insane! You evil, soulless monster!”
“I’m soulless?” She swiped at my back, claws snagging my pajama bottoms. “You just advertised your murder-for-hire club to the whole town.”
Ripping free, I lit on an open door at the end of the hall.
“What... were you playing... at?” she huffed. A lifetime of rich-girl pampering didn’t prepare her for this hundred-yard dash, though she was keeping up scarily fine. “I’ve got Wolfgang in my pocket... idiot. I’ll have that website shut down... in an hour!”