Regret Came Too Late

Selene was no doubt a VIP client. She waved the guys off and climbed into the car with Grace, curious to see how she planned to handle it.

Grace grabbed Sloan's phone, unlocked it using his fingerprint, and immediately pulled up his chat with Alice.

She had to admit that Sloan was a total simp. Every other word out of his mouth was praise for Alice. It was like he couldn't wait to treat her like some kind of princess. And he didn't hold back when it came to Grace either. The things he said were far from kind.

What a waste of a perfectly good bootlicker. But it was time to let the fool see the truth for himself.

Grace typed a message on his phone. "Alice, I've got Grace. Do you want to come see her? You can do whatever you want to her tonight. I just want to show you that I'll do anything for you."

For Alice, that message was pure gold. She responded almost instantly with gushing praise and said she was on her way.

Grace chose a remote and half-abandoned construction site on the edge of town. Inside one of the small site shacks, a single light glowed overhead.

Alice pulled up, giddy as hell, practically skipping toward the shack. She had already fantasized about how to end Grace once and for all.

But the moment she flung the door open, she froze. Inside the room was a tied-up Sloan and two unfamiliar, shady-looking men in odd disguises.

stomach dropped. She immediately turned to bolt, but the door

dumped on Sloan, jerking him awake. He blinked through the wet strands of hair plastered to his face, just in time to see Alice standing there, a knife held

only

What

was chilling in his car. Then bam,

in the room were now wearing wigs and face masks. Sloan didn't recognize them at all even though they were the same guys

the door opened

both dressed in full disguise. Selene, naturally, refused

snatched the knife from one of the goons.

Alice shrieked.

lost it and snapped, "What the hell are you doing? Come after

a move, terrified she might actually die tonight. She wasn't ready to die-not yet. Not before

arm. Both wounds were about the length of a finger. And honestly, they