With a hard crash, Evelyn’s body flew out through the gate and hit the wet ground outside. She slid across the rough pavement, gasping for air. Her hands scraped on the gravel. She held her hurt side and stared at Mike in complete shock.
“Mike… you really kicked me?” she whispered, unable to believe it.
Inside the villa, Mike sat on the sofa like he owned everything. One leg rested lazily over the other. His eyes showed nothing but scorn.
“Keep shouting,” he said slowly, “and I will kill you. Then the world will finally be quiet.”
Evelyn’s eyes grew wide.
“You would not da—”
She could not finish her words.
Cold metal pressed against her throat.
A sharp machete rested lightly on the side of her neck. The blade felt so cold it made her skin tighten.
Mike leaned in closer. A cruel sm
