By Frenzy I Ruin by Cora Reilly EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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NEVIO
Nevio 19 years old
I’m not sure who started calling Massimo, Alessio, and me the Unholy
Trinity. Maybe Savio. He had a canny talent to come up with nicknames.
For as long as I could remember, my twin Greta had been Dollface, and I
had been PIA (pain in the ass—naturally). And that was long before I’d
made good on the name and taken the first girl anally.
I suppose the name was fitting, though any comparison to anything
church-related was certainly classified blasphemy, considering what the
three of us were up to at night.
Music blasted from the speakers of my all-black Dodge Ram. All black
like our clothes, from our steel-toed boots to black cargo pants, leather
cuffs, bandannas, balaclavas to our weapons, even up to the blades.
All black like our souls. Though I loved the flash of a silver blade and
how it mirrored our victims’ panic on occasion.
The inside glowed red from the dashboard and the small LEDs in the
center console and doors. Even my headlights had a red tinge.
The red because of the blood that would soon stain our skin and clothes.
My pulse sped up in eagerness, thinking of the scent and soft texture.
Massimo often rolled his eyes at the excessive symbolism, as he called
it, something he attributed to the institutional church as a way to mesmerize
the masses. Still, he’d never worn anything but black on our raids, and it
certainly wasn’t because of peer pressure. He wasn’t receptive to that shit.
I turned off the asphalt road onto a long dirt driveway. Huge signs that
said “No trespassing,” “Armed response,” and “Spring-Guns” welcomed us.
Hell yes.
Massimo tossed his balaclava onto the back seat. His dark brown hair,
several shades lighter than mine, was pressed against his forehead. He gave
it a quick toss so it fell more freely. I stifled laughter. Not vain, my ass.
“Out here, we won’t need to hide our faces, I reckon,” he said.
My own balaclava was pushed up on my head, keeping my hair out of
my face. Unlike Massimo, I fucking hated it if I had strands in my eyes,
which was why I kept it shorter than his, though we both kept our sides and
back trimmed. “It’s not a matter of need but fun. People freak out when
they don’t see our faces.”
“They freak out when they see your face. It screams crazy-murdering
motherfucker. That doesn’t leave anyone unaffected,” Alessio said from his
spot beside me. One of his legs was propped up on my headboard. His hair
was as long as Massimo’s, but because of the wave in his, it always piled
atop his head in a fucking surfer-boy style. As if emo boy would ever use a
surfboard—except perhaps to smash in someone’s head with it. “Who is it
tonight?”
Alessio had a Robin Hood complex. While he liked the hunt and kill, he
needed a reason for it to make peace with his conscience. He was always
wary when it was my turn to pick our targets, though I mostly made sure
that they had a track record.
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