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.

immediately turned to bolt, but the door slammed shut

wet strands of hair plastered to his face, just in time to see Alice standing there, a knife held to her by

to jump up, only to realize he was

Alice was already in full panic mode. She yelled, "Sloan! What the

remembered was chilling in his car. Then bam, he was knocked out. He had

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

the door

in-Grace and Selene, both dressed in full disguise. Selene, naturally, refused to miss the fun, so Grace just rolled with

snatched the knife from one of the goons. Without hesitation, she

Alice shrieked.

lost it and snapped, "What the hell are you doing? Come after me if you've got a problem! What kind of coward hurts

She wasn't ready to die-not yet. Not before she got her claws into the Lambert

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