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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

“God damn, you’re sexy,” Fitzpatrick growls, watching her closely. He’s sporting a clear hard on and I don’t blame him. When Billie touches a hand to his shoulder and grinds against him, he touches her waist with one hand and immediately grabs her tit with the other, squeezing.

Fury fills me, but I don’t act yet. We need Billie to make the first move.

When he grabs her, she tilts her head, looking up into his eyes with a flutter of lashes. “How sexy am I?” she purrs, laying it on thick.

“So sexy,” Fitzpatrick groans. “It’s almost a shame to see you dead.”

I can feel her grin rather than see it. The air shifts with tension the dumbasses don’t feel but I do. I’ve spent over a week now with the woman before me and I can read her like an open book.

“Likewise,” Billie purrs, just before she shoves an eight-inch hunting knife through his chin, burying it into his brain. “Such a shame.”

THIRTY-NINE

BILLIE

I calculated the distraction well. The moment I start moving, they see nothing but tits and ass. When he grabs my breast and squeezes, he seals his fate. No one touches me without my permission.

He doesn’t even see the knife in my hands as he gropes me, as he grinds harder against me. He’s so enamored with what I’m doing, with the hard cock in his pants, he doesn’t even question my hand disappearing behind my back and reappearing with the knife. The others don’t either. Men, I think to myself, almost rolling my eyes.

I have the knife through Fitzpatrick’s chin before he can flinch away.

His mouth opens on a shocked gasp enough that I can see the knife shining from inside his mouth, behind his teeth. It doesn’t come out of the top of his head—the knife isn’t long enough for that—but it does the job in his brain. Blood rushes around my hand, dripping down my arm, as his eyes roll back in his head, and he collapses backward. I stand there, over him, as Creed and Row dispense of the other three with quick work. Two knives and a single bullet. I don’t even have to duck.

There’s blood all over me. It had run down my arm and dripped onto my breasts, painting me a gruesome picture as I turn and meet their eyes. No one says anything for a minute. I’m dressed in only cargo pants, unbuttoned, and a scrap of fabric for a bra, covered in blood. There might be some splattered on my face. I don’t know. At this point, it hardly affects me.

“That was hot,” Creed grunts, watching me carefully as I stand here.