Chapter 95: The Death Of Hattie LaRue
"Awe," I chuckled, letting my head drop. "But if I do that, all our fun will be gone. I’m having fun, aren’t you?"
I heard Brittney panting in front of me as she tried to catch her breath. "You are fucking crazy, you know that, right?"
"Oh, I know," I assured her. "I’m nuttier than a five-pound fruitcake. But aren’t all the fun people just a little crazy? We are the ones who make sure that the rest of you know you’re normal. Bless your heart."
Whether I told Brittney and Antoine the secret of the Dragon Lair or not, I was going to die. I might as well make them so pissed that they ended this shit faster. I had a date with death, and I didn’t want to be late.
Besides, there was a big part of me that hated giving these two anything that they wanted. I wouldn’t even accept a wish if they wished for my Sins to come to me.
"There is no point in drawing this out," grunted Antoine. "Dante is going to realize that something is going on, and we don’t have the time for this. Now that she is out of the way, you will have an easier time trying to seduce him."
"I wish you the best of luck with that," I chuckled, tears coming down my cheeks. I didn’t know if I was crying from the pain or from my laughter. Either way, I wasn’t the only crazy one in the room if she thought that Dante would be interested in her simply because I was no longer around. "When he sends you to Hell, let me know how your plan worked out."
I never saw the bullet that ended my misery.
And yes... that was a blind joke.
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Antoine looked at the girl hanging limply between the pillars, the blood dripping out of her with every passing second. Soon enough, the blood would stop. He hadn’t given her a kill shot, so her heart was still pumping away.