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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

We split and head back to our own homes. I spend the next couple of days sitting in the dark eating takeout deliveries and ice cream and watching soap operas that have nothing to do with islands or death games. I cry a few times, have panic attacks at the smallest sound, and when I hear someone shouting outside my apartment one day, I literally hide until the yelling stops before I realize what I’m doing.

On the third day of this, my new phone beeps with a notification from my bank. When I check it, I see too many zeroes in the bank account.

Fifty Million dollars.

Because I conquered Prey Island. I played the game against my will and won.

With a scowl, I throw the phone across the room and keep eating the chocolate chip ice cream in my lap. As I eat, I can’t help but see the red stains on my hands, no longer there physically, but never going away. It drips and corrupts, covers me completely.

But my ice cream tastes normal despite the stains, so I eat it.

Not even death could stop me from this chocolate chip goodness.

FIFTY-FIVE

Four Months Later

The dirty money had sat in my account for a month, untouched, until I realized it was the perfect opportunity to start my own venture. I’d funneled it into a business account, started an LLC, and opened my own club right in the heart of Denver, Colorado. I made a name for my self quickly, but the last four months have been hell. I’m sure I have PTSD, but I can’t go to a therapist for it, so I work on it on my own.

Tonight, my club is packed just like it is every night. It’s filled to the brim with men who come to see the ladies on the stage. Holly stands proudly up there, dressed in sexy lingerie. She winks at Mark where he stands cheering her on in the crowd, a sparkly diamond ring on her finger.

My predators. My Hounds.

It’s probably a little on the nose to have called my club ‘Prey Island’, but some small part of me likes playing with fire. I’d taken the logo I’d seen for the Hound Society and modified it. The logo of my club is a Hound biting the rabbit, but the rabbit is biting the Hound back. Beneath it, instead of their motto, is written my own.

Invictus maneo.

I remain unvanquished.