“You sure about this, killer?” Kai said, standing across from me with his arms crossed.
killerIt had been two weeks since my killing spree, and things had somewhat returned to normal. Allie’s mother was recovering in the hospital, though she hadn’t woken up yet. And my parents had taken a much-needed vacation down to Jamaica.
killing spreeI sat, reclined in a large, cushioned black chair with my shirt pulled up past my ribs and my fingers intertwined with Landon’s, squeezing tightly. Donovan, our tattoo artist, cleaned a spot on my ribs, where I’d finally be tatted.
It wasn’t something that I’d always dreamed of, but it was a sign of teenage rebellion.
And ever since I had met these three boys, I had done nothing but rebel. Besides, I was a member of Poison now, and being a member of t
