Page 19 of Hunted By A Shadow (Kings Of Mafia)

Slowly, the dirt slips through my fingers, falling on the casket.

My voice is hoarse as I say, “I’ll miss you so fucking much, Giulio.”

Chapter 7

Skylar

Waking up in the middle of the night, I’m still clutching a pen. I fell asleep while making a list of things I have to do when I get released from the hospital.

I’m so excited about the second chance I’ve been given, I can’t wait to get out of here.

While I set the pen down on the bedside table, I pat the covers in search of the notepad. When I don’t find it, I reach for the remote so I can turn the lights on.

Movement catches my eyes, and as they flick to the door, I don’t see anyone.

I could’ve sworn I saw something move.

Switching on the light, I glance at the covers, but not seeing the notepad, I frown and search the floor around the bed.

“Where did it go?”

Just then, my eyes land on the bedside table, and I see the notepad.

I must’ve put it there before falling asleep.

Getting comfortable on the bed again, I pick up the notepad and pen and flip to the page I was writing on.

I read over the list I’ve made, then my eyes widen, and a gasp escapes me.

A life for a life.

The words are practically carved into the page.

What the hell?

Staring at the harshly written words, I’m filled with confusion.

I have no idea how the words got onto my notepad. Surely I didn’t write that before I fell asleep?

Why would I?

Still, the pen was in my hand when I woke up.

Unable to make sense of it, I close the notepad and set it down on the bedside table.

Lying back against the pillows, I stare up at the ceiling.

Weird things have been happening since the surgery. Besides the man I saw the night of the surgery, I’ve been seeing shadows move. As if someone’s watching me.

If I believed in ghosts, I’d think whoever donated the kidney died, and now they’re haunting me.

But there is no such thing as ghosts.

Right?

Zipping the bag closed, I grin at Dad. “Let’s get out of here.”

Dad takes the bag, and smiling from ear-to-ear, he wraps his other arm around my shoulders. “Finally, I get to take you home.”