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Prologue

The Story Behind the Scar, a Story of Sadness, Grief, and Torture

Seven o in January…

Pulling his classic black Cadillac onto the side of the street, he positioned hi he had timed it perfectly

School’s out

He flipped his lighter open and closed, open and closed, waiting for her return Lucca had never been good at sitting still, nor was he a very patientone, and his body still felt it Regardless, he had enjoyed every second of it

Last night, he had lain Mr Johnson to rest and held up his pros had satiated his dark side … for now, anyway

Lucca flipped his lighter closed as a stuck-up BMW pulled into the driveway He had never trusted a Gerood about it was its black paint color

A strawberry blonde exited the car Elle Buchanan He couldn’t help his sneer His little brother was in big fucking trouble

Watching her walk to the front door, he believed the girl only got prettier the more you looked at her

It’s going to be a shale the life out of her

One thing was for sure, the girl was going to die, and nothing could save her It was unfortunate she had been there when the trigger had been pulled, but soirls were just born unlucky; this one in particular She only had another hteenth birthday, and then … the end

The stuck-up-looking car reversed, drawing his attention back to it He wondered ould drop off a girl in this neighborhood, driving that car Truthfully, he was a little shocked this was the address, considering the girl had come from a prep school

His gut told hi out with could possibly be collateral da mouth blabbed too much