Chapter 3

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Silas' POV
Kitten just said that she had to kill me.
What the fuck?
I looked over at the guys and Sang.
Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.

Kota's POV
What? What twisted game is this?
Our children were supposed to kill Silas.
No.
I'm logically pissed off.

Owen's POV
"Dylan," I said slowly. "Are you sure?"
She nodded and then said, "I got a tattoo showing how many people I killed."
She lifted up her shirt and I could see eighteen bars on her ribcage.
Shit.

Gabriel's POV
What the hell?
Kitten's just like my Trouble!
Now I'm gonna start calling her Trouble 2.0.

Victor's POV
Eighteen people?
She's just a nineteen year old girl!
"I didn't just kill eighteen people, guys. I killed over two hundred. There wasn't enough room on my ribcage."
Oh no. Two hundred?!

Nathan's POV
Poor Kitten.
"Did any of the rest of you kill?" I asked.
"Nope," they chimed.
"We went on missions with Dylan but she did all the killing. We did the infiltrating." Alexandria said.
They left Kitten with the killing?

North's POV
I stayed out of the room.
Once I heard how many kills and that Dylan had to do all the killing, I couldn't risk another outburst like usual.
Sang needed us.

Luke's POV
When I find whoever did this to Dylan and the rest, they will fucking die. No kidding.

Sean's POV (Dr. Green)
I can tell by the way Dylan spoke and stood that they broke her.
I took a look at Sang and her eyes where teary.
Yes, I know Sang. We're feeling it too.

Dylan's POV
Ryder wrapped his arms around me and I forced my face to remain blank.
I was Dylan Coleman, the new and broken version.
Amelia is going down.
Silence will be peace soon, but until her head is fed to Percy on a fucking silver platter, we're planning.
And payback's a bitch, Amelia.
So you better sleep with one eye open tonight.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 07, 2016 ⏰

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