Shayla whispered a deadly secret to Anthony before she vanished.

Shayla’s Deadly Secret

The wind howled through the empty parking lot, rustling the loose papers scattered along the pavement. The dim glow of the streetlights flickered overhead, casting long shadows against the cracked concrete.

Anthony stood near his car, his fists clenched, his jaw tight.

He had no reason to be here.

No reason to meet Shayla.

She had betrayed him, lied to him, and damn near destroyed everything he had left.

And yet…

When she called him—voice low, urgent, almost desperate—

Something in his gut told him he had to listen.

"Anthony… you need to meet me. I need to tell you something."

"What?"

"Not over the phone. Meet me at the old gas station. Alone."

Something in her voice didn’t sound like the usual manipulative, cunning Shayla.

It sounded… scared.

And that’s what made him come.

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The Last Meeting

A car pulled up slowly, headlights cutting through the darkness.

Anthony straightened.

The moment Shayla stepped out, he could tell something was off.

She wasn’t her usual confident, seductive self.

Her face was pale. Her hands were shaking.

Her eyes?

They looked… haunted.

"Shayla, what the hell is this?" Anthony snapped, crossing his arms. "You got two minutes before I leave."

She swallowed hard, glancing around as if someone was watching.

"Anthony… I messed up," she whispered.

Anthony scoffed. "Yeah, no sh*t."

She grabbed his wrist.

Her grip was ice cold.

"No, you don’t understand," she said, her voice trembling. "I messed up bad."

Anthony narrowed his eyes.

For the first time, he saw something in Shayla’s face he had never seen before.

Pure fear.

He pulled his arm away. "What did you do?"

Shayla licked her lips, eyes darting around again.

"Before I tell you… promise me something."

Anthony frowned. "Promise you what?"

She exhaled shakily. "Promise me that if something happens to me… you’ll tell the truth."

Anthony felt a chill creep up his spine.

"Shayla—"

"Promise me, Anthony."

She wasn’t playing.

She wasn’t faking it.

Something was wrong.

After a long pause, Anthony muttered, "Alright. I promise. Now talk."

Shayla took a deep breath—

Leaned in close—

And then whispered four words that made his blood run cold.

"I know who killed him."

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The Deadly Secret

Anthony froze.

His mind raced.

"Killed who?" he demanded.

Shayla hesitated. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.

Then—

The sound of tires screeching in the distance made her flinch.

Her whole body tensed, and she took a step back.

"I don’t have time," she whispered. "They know I’m talking to you."

"Shayla, stop playing," Anthony snapped. "Tell me what the hell is going on—who are you talking about?"

She took another step back.

Then another.

Her eyes darted behind Anthony.

"They’re here," she breathed.

And before Anthony could grab her—

She turned and ran.

"SHAYLA!"

But she was already gone.

Vanishing into the dark, heels clicking against the pavement as she disappeared into the night.

And Anthony?

He stood there—stunned, confused, and full of questions.

Because now, there was only one thing on his mind.

Who the hell got murdered?

And why did Shayla know the truth?

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To Be Continued…?

Who was killed? Who is after Shayla? And what does this mean for Anthony? Let me know if you want the next part! 🔥👀