When we broke away, his pupils were dilated. “Silly Rabbit,” I scolded and slapped at his hard chest.
Someone cleared their throat. The server had brought our tea. “Time for tea!” I sang and pointed to the table to the side of us for the server to put it down. Rabbit’s arms stayed around my waist, holding me in place. I wasn’t going anywhere.
The server withdrew. I sat up and poured the Earl Grey into our cups. Milk and sugar—two lumps each. Rabbit’s hand stayed on my stomach. When I turned to give him his tea, he was looking at his phone. I lay beside him and placed his tea on the table on his other side. I laid my head on his shoulder and watched him type out words I couldn’t read.
“Will I ever meet them?” I asked, pouting. I wanted to be friends with Mr. Chapel, and Messrs. Henry and Hyde.
“Maybe one day,” Rabbit said and pocketed his cell. “They both have their own journeys to travel first. Their own bad men to kill.”
I sat back in a mood and sipped at my tea. “I’m bored,” I complained, heaving out a deep sigh. I turned to Rabbit. “I miss killing, Rabbit. I miss sinking my blade into people’s flesh and making them bleed.” I thought about all of our lovely kills. I smiled fondly. “I rather miss hearing the loud screams our wickedness causes too.”
Such sweet, heavenly sounds . . .
“I do too, darlin’,” he replied, and I giggled into my cup when his naughty part got hard in his pants. I knew he was imagining all that lovely blood on his hands.
I busied myself with drinking my tea. I had taken only four sips, Rabbit had taken only two, when a loud smack could be heard from the public beach beside us. Our heads whipped to the side. A man had a little boy—no older than eight—by his neck. His mouth was at his ear . . . then he ran his hand down the boy’s back and over his bottom.
The boy cried.
My teacup shook in my hand at the sight. At the man licking along the little’s boy’s neck. The little boy froze, his head dropping as the man led him to a car that waited at the beach’s edge.
“Dolly,” Rabbit’s cold voice said as we watched the car drive out of sight.
“Yes, Rabbit?”
He turned to me, his eyes just as furious as mine. “We’re going on a new adventure.” I felt the blood surge through my veins. I nodded in delight. He finished his tea, and then sat on the edge of his lounger.
I jumped to my feet, readying to race after the car.
Rabbit reached out and stopped me with his hand on my wrist. He messaged someone on his cell. “Chapel will have his address in ten minutes. Stupid fucker let me see his registration plate.”
Smirking, he stood and yanked me to his chest. His eyes were wild, his hard cock pressing against my leg. “Go get your gun and your blade—”
“And my dress and socks and boots and lipstick,” I said, interrupting him. “I can’t kill without all my favorite things.” My eyes widened. “Oh! And my Alice dolly too. She just loves to watch us kill.”
Then I waited. I waited for the White Rabbit . . . my White Rabbit . . . to signal the start of our new adventure.
I watched him, breath held. Watched as a slow, vicious grin pulled on his lips. Watched as he reached into his waistcoat and pulled out his pocket watch.
My heart raced as he looked into my eyes. I locked my stare on him as he raised the watch to his ear.
Tapped on the metal.
And with malice in his heart and darkness in his veins, smiled and said, “Tick tock.”
THE END
“SICK FUX” by Ed Williamson
Dear Jessie — Madonna
Love The Way You Lie — Eminem, Rihanna
Ballroom Blitz — The Struts
Monster — Kanye West, JAY Z, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj
Dark Fantasy — Kanye West
The Land of Make Believe — Bucks Fizz
Poison — Alice Cooper
Living Doll — Cliff Richard & The Drifters
Savage (feat, Flux Pavilion & MAX) — Whethan (Strip club scene)
Sexxx Dreams — Lady Gaga
My Boy Lollipop — Millie Small (The Caterpillar scene)
Fragile — Kygo, Labrinth
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang: Doll on a Music Box/Truly Scrumptious — Original Cast Recording
Issues — Julia Michaels
Two Fux — Adam Lambert
Believer — Imagine Dragons
Seven Nation Army — The White Stripes
Crazy Train — Ozzy Osbourne
Two Ghosts — Harry Styles
With Or Without You — U2 (Prom Scene)
Feels — Care
One Mississippi — Zara Larsson
Many Of Horror — Biffy Clyro
If We Were Vampires — Jason Isbell & the 400 Unit
These Four Walls — Little Mix
What About Us — P!nk
Power — Little Mix
Make Me Wanna Die — The Pretty Reckless
Monster — Lady Gaga
We Found Love — Rihanna, Calvin Harris
Escape (The Pina Colada Song) — Rupert Holmes
Dusk Till Dawn — ZAYN, Sia (The Jabberwock Scene)
Mad Hatter — Melanie Martinez
Cocaine Blues — Joaquin Phoenix
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Acknowledgments
Thank you to my husband, Stephen, for keeping me sane. These past few months with you, and our new little man, Roman, have been the best of my life. However, giving birth, enduring seemingly endless nights of sleep deprivation due to colic, emigrating from the US to the UK, and writing this book, has been one crazy ride! But I have loved every bit of it!
Roman, I never thought it was possible to love somebody so much. You’re the best thing I have ever done in my life. Love you to bits, my little dude!
Mam and Dad, thank you for the continued support.
Samantha, Marc, Taylor, Isaac, Archie, and Elias, love you all.
Thessa, thank you for being the best assistant in the world. You make the best edits, keep me organized and are one kick ass friend to boot!
Liz, thank you for being my super-agent and friend.
To my fabulous editor, Kia. I couldn’t have done it without you.
Neda and Ardent Prose, I am so happy that I jumped on board with you guys. You’ve made my life infinitely more organized. You kick PR ass!
Hang Le, thank you for another unbelievably perfect cover. Onto the next one!
Jenny and Gitte, you know how I feel about you two ladies. Love you to bits! I truly value everything you’ve done for me over the years, and continue to do!
Thank you to all the AMAZING bloggers that have supported my career from the start, and the ones who help share my work and shout about it from the rooftops—even if books like this put you through the ringer!
Thank you to all my wonderful author friends. It would be a scary world without you to lean on. And lastly, thank you to the readers. Without you none of this would be possible.
Author Biography
Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.
After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in bet
ween and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.
After several years living in Italy, Canada and the USA, Tillie has now settled back in her hometown in England, with her husband and new son.
Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.
When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than spending time with her little family, curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, and convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that last square of chocolate.
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