121 Chapter 121

As the large man walked over to her, he leaned down with his treasured knife in hand, running it along Apple's jawline. The Razor was no stranger to her. She knew exactly who he was. His dirty grin with one cracked tooth made her want to vomit. She could smell the stench of blood on him from his last kill.

The man was the worst of the worst. Yes, he was handsome beyond her wildest imagination, and the tooth wasn't what bothered her. She actually took some joy in knowing she was the one who did it. It was how he got it, that scared her most. The night he kidnapped his perceived girlfriend to sell her to the highest bidder. The night he beat her so badly she was sure she'd die. For months he pretended to be her dearest friend, only for her to learn he was plotting with an evil underground cult who wanted her father dead.