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knowing. I’ve begged to know why his location is always confidential, but just the same as the many secrets in my life, it’s on a need to know basis. Since Reaper can’t find Dad, he’s been trying to work his way through Krissy and me. And since I’m the last daughter standing, I will continue to be his target until one of us has the last shot.
    “Okay,” I reply earnestly. “Four days and out.”
    “No. I want you out of there now. I want you to head to Boston. Is that clear?”
    I press end and drop the phone back into my bag. Dammit. I reopen the mirror and look back at my reflection. The bright blue hues that used to reside within my irises are now dull, making the color appear gray. My eyes are always half-lidded, and my complexion is pale. I’m worn out, and I’m constantly in battle with the mission my attention is focused on. I’m doing this for the right reason. Krissy. The end of her short nineteen years were filled with lies, deceit, pain and suffering. And now I’m going to make sure anyone and everyone who caused her pain will get back what they have given.
    I flip the mirror shut and duck back out of my car. I guess I don’t need four days. I can do it today. I send Lex a text message telling her something came up, and I have to leave for the day. She responds with a sad face and tells me she’ll see me tomorrow. But she probably won’t.
    I poke my head back into the classroom I left minutes earlier, spotting my target. It’s his lucky lunch hour. I enter into the room and close the door quietly behind me, pressing my thumb into the lock button at the same time.
    “First name?” I ask in a tempestuous voice.
    “Zach.” He visibly swallows the rising lump in his throat, and I now realize how much I’m going to love this moment, knowing he has no fucking idea what’s about to happen. “Can I do something for you, Ms. Sullen?” I allow my eyes to draw a slow line from his lips down to the bulging seam in his pants.
    “Yeah.” I let the strap of my bag fall off my shoulder and drop to my feet as I unfasten the top button of my blouse, giving him the okay to move in toward me—which he does, timidly. His eyes dart back and forth between my face and the doorknob. “Locked,” I whisper.
    His hand wraps around my back, and he pulls me into his hardness. “I don’t like games, Ms. Sullen.”
    That’s not what I heard.
    “That’s too bad.” I lean forward and skim my teeth against his ear lobe, breathing heavily for extra measure. “Because, I love them.” I utter the words into his ear, and his grip tightens in response. His other hand cups my chin and he pulls my lips into his. He smells like coffee but tastes like mint. He’s rough in all the wrong ways, and he’s impatient as well as unpleasantly forceful.
    His hand slips down the back of my jeans and palms my ass as he lifts me up, forcing my legs to straddle around his thin, bony waist. My shirt is pulled up over my head, and his tongue connects with my skin, tracing a line over my collarbone. His movements are animalistic and untamed, and his slobbering is making this hard to work through.
    I lower my lips to his ear. “You want me?” I honestly scare myself with how well I can pull this off.
    “You’re a bad girl, Ms. Sullen.”
    You have no fucking idea.
    “Have you ever raped anyone in here?” I ask while running my tongue over his earlobe. He hesitates, and I graze my lips down to his jawbone. “I get off on that kind of shit. Did you know that?”
    “In that case, yes.” Got it. “She asked for it, though.”
    “Krissy, wasn’t that her name?” I nibble on the skin below his ear, letting my teeth linger on his lobe so my words vibrate within him. “So, if I stop you from going any further—” I pant a little, for effect. “Are you going to pretend I’m Krissy?”
    “You-you knew her?” he stutters.
    “I guess you could say that. But don’t let it distract you from this.”
    He pulls away and looks