Sneak Peek: Kara

Kara slouched further into the space between her gaming chair and the neon monitors, the light painting her eyes pink, hands slipping between her knees, tongue tracing the lines of her dry lips. The shit she had on her screen right then was fucking lit. Lights out, three in the morning, jacket on-- Kara already knew how the rest of the night would play out. Grabbing her Converse sneakers and the rugged backpack, Kara slid the window open, glancing back at her room one last time with a cheeky smirk as she made the leap.

The cold wind rushed against her skin as her bike sped through the empty streets, triggering all the speed cams on her trail. But none of those would matter since they would never trace the fake plates back to her. Kara only had her destination in her mind. She was about to make some serious money.

"You really have no manners." Harlem spoke as he wiped the golf club clean with one of the tissues scattered on the floor. "I told you we could talk this out." He took one step after another, closer and closer to the woman slithering out of his reach. Making sure his stance was perfect, he aimed the golf club right at her bloody head, his feet pressing her down by the hip. "But you never listen!" he hollered as her entire frame fliched for one last time that night.