The Bound Between Us

Chapter 848

Alisa landed the final blow. Maybe she hadn't meant to, but her fingerprints were all over the blade now. She was in it-there was no way to deny it.

Harry burst out laughing, wild and unhinged, riding the adrenaline high that only comes after murder. The thrill of it lit him up from the inside.

He let go of Alisa. She crumpled to the ground, her hand brushing against the corpse. A sharp scream tore from her lips as she recoiled, shaking so hard she could barely stay upright.

"What are you screaming for? Want the cops to come running? Want everyone to know you killed somebody?" Harry sneered, the smile on his face twisted and cruel. "Face it, Alisa, you're in this just as deep as me. There's no walking away now." His voice dropped to a dangerous murmur. "Admit it, doesn't it make you feel alive? Next time, I'll let you take the lead. Tonight was just practice.”

Alisa stared at him, and in that moment, it hit her-she'd made a deal with the devil.

Her mind was spinning, fear flooding every inch of her. Through chattering teeth, she managed, "Why did you do it? Why did you kill her?"

Harry shrugged, wearing the look of someone who thought he was doing the world a favor. “She deserved it. Scamming guys for their money-she had it coming, don't you think?"

conversation, the way Harry had talked about women who used men. She'd guessed he had a thing against them,

A car was coming. Harry grabbed Alisa's arm, moving with the

into an

eyed the short, unimpressive man in front of her. She was terrified he'd turn on her too. "I won't say a word," she blurted. "I swear,

to go to prison, go ahead-turn yourself in. Otherwise, you keep your

detective, had been investigating lately. Her voice

cleaning up the trash. Stick with me, Alisa. The first kill is always the hardest. After that, it gets easier. You'll

who always gave her a good

discounts or even freebies. She'd been a little pleased, thinking he liked her, soaking up the tiny bit

he hadn't wanted her heart, just her

dug up a black duffel bag stuffed with cash. "Here. Stick with me and you'll never worry about bills again. No more dodging collection

bag, thinking of her bleak existence. She was already an accomplice-there was no