The Bond Between Us ( Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 848

Alisa landed the final blow. Maybe she hadn’t meant to, but her fingerprints were all over the blade now. She was in it—there was no way to deny it.

Harry burst out laughing, wild and unhinged, riding the adrenaline high that only comes after murder. The thrill of it lit him up from the inside.

He let go of Alisa. She crumpled to the ground, her hand brushing against the corpse. A sharp scream tore from her lips as she recoiled, shaking so hard she could barely stay upright.

“What are you screaming for? Want the cops to come running? Want everyone to know you killed somebody?” Harry sneered, the smile on his face twisted and cruel. “Face it, Alisa, you’re in this just as deep as me. There’s no walking away now.” His voice dropped to a dangerous murmur. “Admit it, doesn’t it make you feel alive? Next time, I’ll let you take the lead. Tonight was just practice.”

Alisa stared at him, and in that moment, it hit her—she’d made a deal with the devil.

Her mind was spinning, fear flooding every inch of her. Through chattering teeth, she managed, “Why did you do it? Why did you kill her?”

Harry shrugged, wearing the look of someone who thought he was doing the world a favor. “She deserved it. Scamming guys for their money—she had it coming, don’t you think?”

Alisa remembered their very first conversation, the way Harry had talked about women who used men. She’d guessed he had a thing against them, and now she knew she’d been right.

Headlights swept across them. A car was coming. Harry grabbed Alisa’s arm, moving with the confidence of someone who’d done this before, and hustled them away—knife and all.

They ducked into an empty alley.

Alisa eyed the short, unimpressive man in front of her. She was terrified he’d turn on her too. “I won’t say a word,” she blurted. “I swear, I’ll keep quiet.”

“We’re in this together,” Harry replied calmly. “If you want to go to prison, go ahead—turn yourself in. Otherwise, you keep your mouth shut.”

“I’ll do it,” she said, her voice taut with anger. “You help me get rid of Monica—the woman I pointed out to you last time—and I’m in. I hate her. I can’t stand watching her have it all.”

Harry wiped the knife clean, thinking it over. “That Monica? She’s with that detective, right? He’s been getting too close. Maybe it’s time he learned a lesson. Sounds like a fair trade.”

Alisa’s heart beat quick and hard. “When?”

He grinned. “Soon. I’ll make sure she doesn’t see another sunrise. For now, come by the market tomorrow—I’ll save you a couple of fresh fish.”

With that, Harry strolled off, leaving Alisa rooted to the spot, numb and dazed. By the time she dragged herself home, the sun was coming up. As soon as she walked in the door, her mother-in-law, Malia, was waiting with arms crossed and a look that could curdle milk.

“Out all night, huh? Where were you this time? Out whoring around?” Malia spat the words, every syllable dripping with contempt. Ever since Alisa had mortgaged the house to cover her debts, Malia and Daniel had made her life a living hell.