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Back Prey Island
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

Jiro shoots ahead of us and barrels out the door that appears, opening it just before we hear large locks engage. Large metal channels burst from the edge of the door, showing the locking mechanism we would have never been able to break had Jiro not got to it first and held it open.

We slam from the doorway and into the open air. Creed still fires his weapon, scattering people in our wake. We’re being pursued by a large group of guards, too many sporting guns that are clean and ready. I pull my own gun from where I’d tied it on my thigh. Luckily, it hadn’t slipped free with the running or the quickie earlier, but when I point it behind me and pull the trigger, nothing happens. The trigger won’t move.

“Fuck! My gun’s waterlogged. Trigger is frozen,” I pant.

When the guards burst through the door behind us, I throw the gun at them since it’s useless now. I’m satisfied by the loud thunk it makes when it bounces off a foolish Hound’s head that gets caught up in the running. Fucking shame. I liked that pistol.

The port in front of us opens up and reveals yacht after yacht, expensive machines that cost more than most people make their entire lifetimes. Most of them are massive things we’ll never be able to get out to sea in time with so many guards following us. There are only five of us and only Jiro knows how to captain a boat so we’re at a severe disadvantage.

At least we don’t have to figure out how to fly a plane. A ship seems like the better option.

Jiro pulls out his own gun and fires over his shoulder just like Creed does. Some of the guards go down but there’s a shitload of them coming after us now. We won’t have much time to get off the yacht away from the island. Even less time if the guards in the ocean come after us. Because the Hounds are mostly inside now, the guards start firing.

A bullet whizzes past my head, the sound of it making me duck and grimace. Achilles, where he runs in front of me, isn’t as lucky. It slices through the arm of his jacket, and he hisses through his teeth but doesn’t slow down. A graze hopefully. As far as wounds go, it’s not that bad. No worse than the cut Achilles got from the knife on the island.