Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
She turned her attention up to the men. “I want to cut them!”
“What did people call you before?”
She looked back at me and blinked several times as if rummaging around in her mind. “My mom. . . called me Lunita when she wasn’t mad at me.”
Little moon in Spanish.
I leaned my head to the side. “Why Lunita?”
She shrugged.
“Would you like it if I called you that?”
“I want you to let me go, so I can play with that man’s dick and then cut it off.”
Salvatore shrieked through the gag. He began screaming mumbled words.
I scowled at her. “Let us begin with the first rule—”
“I don’t like rules—”
“Too bad.” I clenched my teeth and spoke, “You do not touch another man’s dick.”
“Why. . .not?”
“I do not like it.”
“Close your eyes.”
“Do not touch another man’s dick.”
“Around you?”
“Period!”
“But. . .” She looked around as if someone else more sensible was near. Apparently, not seeing that person, she returned her view to me. “But. . .why not?”
“Because you are mine and I do not like it.”
She laughed.
I leaned forward and touched the tip of my nose against hers.
She ceased with laughing.
“You do not touch another man.”
“I’m not yours. She is.”
“This body is mine and you live in it, so—”
“No. I am my own person. And she is her own person. She can do what she wants, and I can do whatever I want—”
“You can’t and you won’t and if you try, you’ll be back on this ground until you leave.” I rose and kept a hold of her. “Speaking of leaving. . .”
She frowned. “I won’t leave until I can cut something.”
“You can’t cut anything unless you follow the rules.”
Her voice went to a high-pitched incredulous tone. “There are more rules?!”
“Yes.”
She pouted and returned to Spanish. “What are they?”
“I don’t know yet.”
She rolled her eyes.
“You. . .this. . .it is all new to me.”
“Just let me do what I want and then I will leave.”
I released her and moved away. “I can’t do that, Lunita.”
“I won’t answer to that name, if you’re going to be mean.”
“You will or you will be back on that floor.”
She stared down and then frowned. “Where is Max?”
“You don’t know?”
She fisted her hands by her sides. “Where is he?”
“Emily and you share the same body, but not the same memories and knowledge?”
Lunita walked off and looked around the room.
“Lunita, answer me. Please!”
“Just get Max. He understands. He knows me.” Seconds later, Lunita picked up the knife on the other side of the room and headed back to the bound men. “He stays quiet and lets me do what I want.”
My hands shook at my sides.
No longer wrestling with Lunita, my brain began to piece everything together.
Emily has more than one personality. Of course. Why hadn’t I figured that out before?
She couldn’t remember the times she killed the men in New York, but she had actively taken their lives. I thought this was a simple case of her blacking out during these moments. She always said that she drunk a lot. Maxwell talked about alcohol too.
But no one had ever mentioned that Emily was a completely different person when she killed the men.
Or did they even understand that fact?
This situation was beyond my knowledge. I knew guns and bombs. I understood how to navigate the criminal underworld—moving gangster chess pieces to win the game. The threat of death and blood never slowed my breath or increased my heart beats, but this. . .
I ran my shaking fingers through my hair.
Come back to me, Emily. I don’t. . .know what to do. . .
Lunita stopped in front of Salvatore. Then, she glanced over her shoulder and glared at me.
I put my hands in my pockets to hide their shaking from her. “What?”
“I won’t touch his dick.”
I sneered. “You’re damn right you will not.”
Lunita hissed at me and turned back around. “Meanie.”
Fast, she slashed Salvatore’s throat.
Shock hit me.
There was power and violence in the way she did it. So much so that I touched my own throat and stepped back.
While Lunita couldn’t handle me in a fight, she was still cold and deadly.
Blood sprayed from Salvatore’s sliced artery. It hit her face like hard rain and she happily stepped into the downpour, taking more of the red liquid on her.
I opened my mouth.
No words left it.
A second later, one of the other men shook and began pissing on himself. A small puddle of his urine lay before him.
Meanwhile, laughter fled from her lips.
More blood sprayed onto her head.
Humming, Lunita twisted in it. Red rain fell on her skin, drenched her hair, and dripped down her cheeks.
Bold, deranged laughter spilled out of her.
The other three bound men freaked out, mumbling and struggling in their binds. It was one thing to die, but another to go like this.
“I’m dancing in the rain!” Lunita giggled and sung more, “I’m dancing in the rain!”