{"id":265797,"date":"2026-07-16T14:26:17","date_gmt":"2026-07-16T11:26:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/lock-and-load-kristine-allen-1\/"},"modified":"2026-07-16T14:26:17","modified_gmt":"2026-07-16T11:26:17","slug":"lock-and-load-kristine-allen-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/lock-and-load-kristine-allen-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Lock And Load – Kristine Allen (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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He stood in the doorway and stared at me with an unreadable expression. \u201cTell me,\u201d I demanded, then snuffled in an unladylike manner. \u201cThe Demon Runners had Lock. The woman who called said they had her save his life.\u201d For a brief moment, relief settled in my bones.<\/p>\n

His next words washed it away. \u201cLock told her to call Snow. She thinks they\u2019re turning him over to some guy today or tomorrow. It sounds like Stefano.\u201d My gasp echoed through the quiet room. I couldn\u2019t quit shaking my head \u201cNooooooooooooo!\u201d I don\u2019t know if I was actually screaming or if it was only in my head. My body rocked, and I began to mentally disintegrate. Someone scooped me up and carried me to the room I\u2019d been sharing with Presley.<\/p>\n

When they laid me on the bed, I was shaking so violently that I wondered if I was having a seizure. Thick, strong arms wrapped around and held me from behind. \u201cShhhhh.\u201d My mind barely comprehended it was Gunny who held me with his forehead pressed to the back of my neck. \u201cWe\u2019re gonna get him back.\u201d The problem was, they didn\u2019t know Stefano like I did. OceanofPDF.com \u201cHysteria\u201d\u2014Def Leppard I\u2019d lost track of how many days I\u2019d been at Stefano\u2019s mercy.<\/p>\n

Not that I\u2019d met him yet. The black box that had become my normal was devoid of light, sound, or any belongings. Time didn\u2019t exist in there. At first, I\u2019d screamed and succumbed to panic. Waking up to pitch- black was akin to being buried alive. Then I\u2019d centered myself and walked around like a blind man. A weak as fuck blind man. The room I was in was approximately eight feet square, if I\u2019d paced it right. Concrete floor, textured metal walls and ceiling. The ceiling was barely over my head.<\/p>\n

If I had to guess, I\u2019d say it was an old cooler with the inner release removed. No furniture, no bathroom. Once I\u2019d walked the perimeter with my fingertips trailing the wall, I had to sit. I was exhausted from that little bit of exertion. I closed my eyes to fool myself into thinking it was only dark because I had my lids snapped shut tight.<\/p>\n

Amazingly enough, the scalpel was still in the back of my underwear band.<\/p>\n

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You were here to see the success of my first book and your pride in me was humbling. I miss you more than you know. I hope you\u2019re still proud. Love you forever. OceanofPDF.com Taking the last curve before we hit the straightaway, I leaned the bike heavily to the side. I knew I was going fast, but I\u2019d done this a million times.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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