Doomsday Revenge: Payback Time (Josie) novel Chapter 41

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His entire front was a gory, red mess.

“Shit! Who did this?!” The other three scrambled back, nearly tripping over themselves in terror. “Go! Tell the boss! Simon’s dead!”

“So noisy.” Josie’s eyes fluttered open, her brow furrowed in pure irritation. “You woke me up. Now you have to die.”

Before the words even landed, she flicked her left hand. A swarm of tiny daggers materialized in her palm and streaked through the air like they were heat–seeking. They slammed home, burying themselves deep into the men’s backs, right where their hearts were.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Three more bodies hit the floor in a heartbeat.

This was the world of the strong–killing them was as easy as squashing bugs.

The girl who had brought the message saw the whole thing. Her eyes went wide, her jaw practically hitting the floor. She couldn’t believe what she was

seeing.

Too… she was too strong!

So this was what a real Super looked like?

No wonder she’d walked in here alone like she owned the place. She wasn’t just arrogant; she was dangerous.

But no matter how strong she was, she was still just one person. There were dozens of guys in this mall. If they swarmed her, she’d be in deep shit.

You killed them! The Boss isn’t going to let that slide,” the girl whispered, scrambling out from her hiding spot. She rushed toward Josie, her voice low and urgent. “You need to get out of here before he finds out what happened. I know a way out–a secret passage.”

Oh? And the catch?” Josie wasn’t naive. Nobody helped for free, and this girl had already stuck her neck out twice.

She only believed in one thing: the trade.

jure enough, the girl’s eyes lit up as she looked at her. “I want to go with you. Please, take me with you. I don’t have powers and I can’t fight, but I’m a

ard worker. I can cook, I can clean–I’ll be your maid, your servant, whatever you need. I’ll take care of everything.”

You’re so strong, so powerful… you shouldn’t be wasting your time on chores.”

And you’re so beautiful. You shouldn’t have to live like a slob in this hellhole.”

I can handle all the details. I’ll make sure you’re comfortable.”

You want to tag along?” Josie let out a dry laugh. “You don’t even know me. Aren’t you afraid I’m the bad guy?”

How much worse could you be than the bastards downstairs?” The girl gave a bitter, self–deprecating laugh. “If I hadn’t told them I was a walking iohazard–that I had HIV and every STD in the book–they would’ve crawled all over me by now.”

I’ve

spent the last few days watching them. I know exactly how sick they are.”

I’m not like them. I can’t do the things they do. I just want out.”

And they actually bought that? Josie asked. “Just like that?

Well, I got lucky. I have a deathly seafood allergy. When they grabbed me, I was starving and couldn’t help myself. I found a bag of shrimp chips and

owned the whole thing. My entire body broke out in these nasty red hives. It looked terrifying.”

The girl shoved up her sleeve, showing her arm to Josie. “See? They haven’t even faded yet.”

osie leaned in. It was a legit reaction, and a bad one at that.

So you did this to yourself on purpose?” Josie asked.

Yeah. I was scared that if they got desperate enough, they wouldn’t care what I had,” the girl replied. “So I kept myself filthy and ugly. I never stopped cratching, making sure I looked too disgusting to touch. It’s the only reason I’ve made it this long

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