Chapter 186

King POV

The raggedy piece of shit wheezes to a stop, gravel crunching under the tires like splintering bones under a boot.

I kill the engine.

Silence slams into us—thick, expectant. The kind that settles just before a storm rips through and levels everything in its path.

No one speaks.

Not even her.

Alyssa’s in the third row, hair wild from lying on it, one leg bouncing like a loaded gun. She’s chewing her lips raw, but her eyes—when they meet mine in the mirror—aren’t scared.

They’re blazing. Focused. Hungry for the kill.

“You ready for this, kitten?” I ask, voice low, laced with dark satisfaction.

Her gaze snaps to mine. “More ready than I’ve ever been.”

Fuck. Me.

I shove the door open and step out, the wind biting my skin—but it doesn’t touch the heat blistering beneath it.

The container looms ahead like a rusted tomb. One way in. One way out.

And inside?

Is a fucker I’ve been fantasizing