⸻ ❛𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒!❜
Rory Hargrove is obsessed to uncover the truth behind Barbara Holland's disappearance, while facing her brother's enemy and buried secrets from...
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TO KEEP THE PROMISE OF KEEPING MAX ALIVE, a plan had to be made—and then executed. The first step was to acquire all the deadly weapons necessary to take down an entity that looked human, deformed, yet might possess the strength of a Behemoth or a Leviathan.
With no cars of their own nearby and no time to waste, Eddie Munson decided to add one more crime to his criminal record. In addition to being a drug dealer and a fugitive wanted for double homicide, he now became a thief. And he wasn't alone—everyone else involved was complicit.
"So, Rory Hargrove, how does it feel to realize you've committed a crime today?" Harrington broke the silence, his voice eloquent, one hand resting casually on the wide steering wheel as he drove—still barefoot—the stolen RV of some poor trailer park residents, wind slipping through the open window and dancing through his always-perfect hair. He was angelic. Beauty and strength followed him everywhere.
Aurora shot him a playful, piercing look, a teasing smirk playing on her lips. "Darling, this isn't my first theft," she shot back, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
He feigned shock, mouth slightly open, eyebrows raised. "Oh, really, Miss Aura?"
"Of course not. I've stolen books from the Hawkins library, files from the lab..." She tilted her head, leaning close to whisper in his ear.
"You forgot something very important," he murmured, in a coaxing, seductive tone, shooting her a glance from the corner of her eye. Aurora stared back, lips parted. He shifted his eyes from the road to hers, unblinking. "You stole my heart."
A radiant smile spread across Rory's face, and she felt compelled to look away and close her eyes so he wouldn't notice that she liked that cheesy line.
Steve smirked, proud. And then changed the subject. Nostalgia dancing in his eyes.
"Uhm, I know it's silly, but... I've always dreamed of having a really big family, you know?" A soft smile appeared on Hargrove's lips. "Like, a full brood of Harringtons. Five, six kids."
Rory's smile faltered. "Six?!"
Steve didn't notice her slight panic. "Yeah. Six little nuggets. Three girls, three boys." His gaze remained on the road, as if picturing before him exactly what he imagined, teeth glinting in a radiant smile. "And... every summer, all of us Harringtons... we'd pack into something like this and... just see the country."
Steve's joy softened Rory's heart, and a tender smile returned to her face. She stopped staring at the road and locked her gaze on him, his beauty amplified by the green blur of trees rushing past the open window. She loved it when he rambled about his dreams and thoughts, alternating his gaze between the street and her face.
