Darius lifts his arm from my shoulder. “Go on. Greet your fiancé.”
I walk up to Percy and put on my best smile. I fake amazement in my eyes like I’m happy the fucking skinhead has been released from prison where he deserved to rot plus much worse. “Percy. Welcome home.”
Percy grabs my wrist and lifts my hand to his disgusting thin lips. “So, we finally see each other again,” he says, undressing me with his eyes. I try not to gag as he brushes his lips over my knuckles once again by imagining what his corpse will look like piled on top of his father’s.
On that thought, I take a deep breath, and even with a gushing bullet wound pounding with pain in my thigh, I finally manage a real smile.
Chapter Thirty
Mickey
Mickey
I hear a faint cry. I shake it off as the wind, but I hear it again. It’s not the wind. It’s human. Female. And…familiar.
I leave the room and follow the sound until I’m in the warehouse in the back of the property. I push open the doors. It’s pitch black, but the echoing cries tell me I’m in the right place.
I follow the sobs until I stop at what looks like a dog's cage.
Inside, curled in a ball, is an emaciated girl.
“What the fuck have they been doing since I’ve been gone?” I mutter.
The girl scrambles to the other side of the cage, making herself as small as possible.
“It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you,” I tell her. “I’ll get you out of here, I promise.”
Her body turns to stone. I don’t even see her back rising with her breaths. Then, ever so slowly, she raises her head, revealing sunken grey eyes the same color as mine.
I’m seeing things. I know I am. It’s one of my imaginary conversations. It has to be. But why would I imagine this situation?
“Mickey?”
I take a step back. Never in my imagination has anyone spoken before. Not Mallory or Maya or Mindy or my mother or even my father.
But, that’s because this isn’t my imagination. This is real. She is real.
I drop to the floor and grab the bars in both of my hands to steady myself. As a logical person, this isn’t just illogical, and yet it isn’t impossible.
It just can’t be.
She can’t be.
The girl crawls over to me and mirrors my position on her knees. I know for certain this moment is real when my sister places her hand over mine. I choke on a sob.
“Mindy?”
ALSO BY T.M. FRAZIER
THE PERVERSION TRILOGY
PERVERSION (Book 1)
POSSESSION (Book 2)
PERMISSION (Book 3)
THE OUTSKIRTS DUET
THE OUTSKIRTS (Book 1)
THE OUTLIERS (Book 2)
THE KING SERIES
LISTED IN RECOMMENDED READING ORDER
Jake & Abby’s Story (Standalone)
The Dark Light of Day (Prequel)
King & Doe’s Story (Duet)
KING (Book 1)
TYRANT (Book 2)
Bear & Thia’s Story (Duet)
LAWLESS (Book 3)
SOULLESS (Book 4)
Rage & Nolan’s Story (Standalone)
ALL THE RAGE (Spinoff)
Preppy & Dre’s Story (Triplet)
PREPPY PART ONE (Book 5)
PREPPY PART TWO (Book 6)
PREPPY PART THREE (Book 7)
Smoke & Frankie’s Story (Standalone)
UP IN SMOKE (Spinoff)
Nine & Lenny’s Story
NINE, THE TALE OF KEVIN CLEARWATER
King & Doe’s Novella
King of the Causeway
Pike’s Story (Duet)
Pike (Book 1)
Pawn (Book 2)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
T.M. Frazier
T.M. Frazier never imagined that a single person would ever read a word she wrote when she published her first book. Now, she’s a USA Today bestselling author. Her books have been translated into numerous languages and published all around the world.
T.M. enjoys writing what she calls ‘wrong side of the tracks’ romance with sexy, morally corrupt anti-heroes and ballsy heroines.
Her books have been described as raw, dark and gritty. Basically, what that means, is while some authors are great at describing a flower as it blooms, T.M. is better at describing it in the final stages of decay.
She loves meeting her readers, but if you see her at an event please don’t pinch her because she's not ready to wake up from this amazing dream.
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