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Prey Island

Kendra Moreno
Chapters (72)
  1. Dedication
  2. Prey Island Map
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. CREED
  10. SIX
  11. BILLIE
  12. SEVEN
  13. EIGHT
  14. NINE
  15. TEN
  16. ELEVEN
  17. JIRO
  18. TWELVE
  19. BILLIE
  20. THIRTEEN
  21. FOURTEEN
  22. FIFTEEN
  23. SIXTEEN
  24. SEVENTEEN
  25. EIGHTEEN
  26. NINETEEN
  27. TWENTY
  28. TWENTY-ONE
  29. ROW
  30. TWENTY-TWO
  31. BILLIE
  32. TWENTY-THREE
  33. TWENTY-FOUR
  34. TWENTY-FIVE
  35. TWENTY-SIX
  36. TWENTY-SEVEN
  37. TWENTY-EIGHT
  38. TWENTY-NINE
  39. THIRTY
  40. THIRTY-ONE
  41. THIRTY-TWO
  42. THIRTY-THREE
  43. THIRTY-FOUR
  44. THIRTY-FIVE
  45. THIRTY-SIX
  46. THIRTY-SEVEN
  47. ACHILLES
  48. THIRTY-EIGHT
  49. CREED
  50. THIRTY-NINE
  51. BILLIE
  52. FORTY
  53. FORTY-ONE
  54. FORTY-TWO
  55. FORTY-THREE
  56. FORTY-FOUR
  57. FORTY-FIVE
  58. FORTY-SIX
  59. FORTY-SEVEN
  60. FORTY-EIGHT
  61. FORTY-NINE
  62. ROW
  63. FIFTY
  64. BILLIE
  65. FIFTY-ONE
  66. FIFTY-TWO
  67. FIFTY-THREE
  68. FIFTY-FOUR
  69. FIFTY-FIVE
  70. TO CONTINUE THE ADVENTURE…
  71. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  72. ALSO BY KENDRA

Dedication

For everyone going into their villain era right now

Sharpen those claws and draw blood, Queens.

Prey Island Map

Prey Island Map

PROLOGUE

My breath saws in and out of my lungs as I run. The howl behind me makes my blood freeze in my veins, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop, not if I want to live.

This isn’t how I imagined my life, but this is what I have to do now. This is what it’s come to, and I will not be beaten down by these assholes. I won’t go down without a fight.

My legs burn from days of exhaustion. My chest burns with the rough breaths I force out.

I shouldn’t be here, but I am, and so I’m going to take them down with me. . .

Even if I go down with them. . .

ONE

Eight Days Ago

The club is livelier tonight than it’s been in a while. The drinks are flowing which always makes the money flow faster. My kind of night. I usually walk away with a couple grand in tips on nights like this. I don’t even care where the money comes from, if it’s from men who sell drugs or men who are pulling the last couple dollars from their family savings for the illusion that he stands a chance with me. It’s none of my business. What is my business? The music that starts to play signaling that it’s my turn on the stage.

“Everyone, put your money where your mouth is for Freya, Goddess of Love!” the DJ announces as the song starts. “Come throw some money at a goddess and get a taste of the divine.”

The new DJ is good. I’ll give him that. He’s really selling this illusion of me being a goddess, as if the goddess of love, death, and battle would be moonlighting at an upscale gentleman’s club in the heart of Denver, Colorado. But these men in the crowd don’t care to think about that. It’s all a fantasy, just like the name, just like the outfit, just like the laurels in my hair. They want to think they’re powerful enough to bring a goddess to her knees, to dance for them, and I’ll let them believe it as long as they keep the money coming.

I start to move with the music, smiling coyly when the hoots and hollers start. Someone whistles and I shake my ass in his direction, prompting him to throw a twenty on the stage, another in his hand ready to go. Ah yes. The money is definitely flowing tonight.