Doomsday Revenge: Payback Time (Josie) novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24

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This Josie was a total stranger.

It was like a demon had body–snatched the fragile girl they used to know.

She was a completely different, terrifying person.

Across town, in the luxurious safety of Victor’s penthouse, June ended the call and started pacing back and forth across the Persian rug like a caged, rabid animal.

“What’s the matter?” Victor Wallace asked, stepping out of the bathroom and grabbing June’s bare shoulders, pulling her against his chest. “What’s got you so worked up, babe?”

“Remember my sister? The one I told you about? I don’t know what’s gotten into her, but she’s acting like a totally different person.” June grabbed Victor’s strong hands, her eyes wide, desperate, and pleading. “She told me to get back to the apartment right now. She said if I’m not there in an hour, she’s going to start cutting off my parents‘ fingers!”

“Victor, they’re my parents! I can’t just sit here and do nothing. You have to help me, please?”

“Besides, I already promised I’d hand her over to your bed,” June whispered, leaning up to kiss his jaw. “We couldn’t find her during the riots, but now she’s just sitting there at the house, waiting. Let’s get some of your heavy backup and just go take her by force!”

“My sister is a total knockout,” June purred, her voice turning sultry and manipulative. “5’9” and 130 lbs–pure, high–end model material. She’s got that classic, vintage movie–star look. You won’t regret taking her, Victor. And when you’re finally bored of her? Sell her off. We can trade her to a warlord for a massive haul of supplies for the squad.”

Victor had been hesitant at first, not wanting to risk his men on a domestic dispute.

But hearing that Josie was a top–tier beauty changed the equation entirely.

A classic, vintage bombshell trapped in an apartment? That was a rare, highly valuable find in the apocalypse.

“If you’re not going to get jealous, then I’ll take her!” Victor laughed, pinching June’s ear playfully. “You really know how to take care of your man.”

June just kept smiling her sweet, perfect smile.

Jealous? Please.

What were men even worth in the grand scheme of things?

They were just stepping stones. Disposable ladders she was using to climb to the absolute top.

She had learned a long time ago that a man’s sweet talk was worth absolutely nothing. She grew up watching her father, Arthur, perfect the art of the lie. During the day, he’d play the perfect, devoted family man, taking Josie and her wealthy mother to the country club. Then at night, he’d sneak over to June’s cheap apartment to whisper the exact same lies and “true love” bullsht to her mother.

It was pathetic. Disgusting.

That was exactly why she never believed a single word that came out of a man’s mouth.

She used them. She bled them dry. She never, ever caught feelings.

And now Josie was losing her mind? The btch actually dared to threaten her?

She’d make sure Victor used Josie until he was sick of her, then sell her off to the nastiest, filthiest underground fighting pit to work as a cheap. disposable whre.

She’d make Josie’s life a living, breathing hell. She’d make sure Josie never, ever crawled out of that dark hole.

Back at the apartment, the antique grandfather clock kept ticking.

Fifty minutes. Fifty–five. Fifty–nine.

As the long second hand hit the final stretch, Josie casually walked into the kitchen and grabbed a heavy, razor–sharp meat cleaver from the magnetic strip. She walked back into the living room, grabbed Sylvia by the hair, and yanked her trembling hand flat against the heavy oak coffee table

She aimed the heavy blade, her eyes cold and entirely focused.

Sylvia realized Josie wasn’t bluffing. She completely lost it, screaming at the top of her lungs, thrashing wildly “Arthur Control your damn daughter! Help me! No, stop! Please, no!”

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Getting a limb hacked off while you’re fast asleep is one thing. Having a finger meticulously sliced off while you’re wide awake, watching the blade come down? That’s a whole different kind of psychological hell.

No normal person could stomach it.

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