Beautiful Death (Bella Morté Trilogy Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

with less than three percent fat. Before his job became one workout after another, he was in the Gym keeping in shape. Even though he was in his late twenties, no one would guess that by his boyish appearance; he was much older in spirit.
    A few hours later, he walked back to the room, dropping a pile of weapons on the desk, and sat in the chair staring at her. “Sorry, I’m all out of beer. The building is now free of the infected. Other than you, that is.”
    Turning, she glared at him again before sitting up on the bench. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes, it didn’t take long before the Zippo snapped closed and she inhaled deeply. Shoving both back in her pocket, she never took her eyes off him. They held the quiet staring contest until she spoke. “What do ya mean other than me ?” She slowly blew smoke rings, watching them dissipate in thin air. “I’m not infected.”
    “Oh no? You don’t think so?”
    “No, I know so.”
    “Uh-huh. Then how do you explain the pus on your arm, which you’ll feel the effects of that before too long.”
    She didn’t answer. “Who the hell are you?”
    “Vince Moore. It doesn’t sound anything like James Bond though we have the same type of job.” He wiggled his brows. “Moore.” Tilting his head, he gave a comical expression. “Vince Moore.” Chuckling, he slowly shook his head. “See, it just doesn’t have the same effect.”
    “Well, at least you think you’re all that.”
    He smirked. “What about you? What should I call you?”
    “Dani. What the fuck’s goin’ on? It’s a madhouse out there.”
    “Oh you noticed, did you?”
    “It’s kinda hard to miss.”
    “Yeah, it’s definitely not pretty.”
    “I heard how bath salts caused people to tear off faces. Is ‘at what happened?”
    He snorted. “I wish it was bath salts. We could get a grip on that. No, this is the Bella Morté virus.”
    Confused, she brought her foot up to rest flat on the bench while taking a drag off her cigarette. Slowly, she exhaled. “The… what virus?”
    “Bella Morté.”
    “What is ‘at? Is this a Twilight reference? Should I convert from Team Jacob to Team Bella now?”
    He snickered, shaking his head. “Jokes. Good to see you’re keeping your humor. The Bella Morté virus is… Hmm, how to explain it?”
    “It’s not that hard.” Resting an arm on her knee, she exhaled loudly. “Most people start at the beginnin’.”
    He winked. “Okay, but you asked for it. I work for a company called Clover Labs.”
    “Never heard of ‘em.”
    “You wouldn’t have. We’re what you call a government funded underground facility.”
    Nodding, she rolled her eyes. “Oh, one of those.”
    “I was actually created for this virus.”
    “Wait. You were… created ?”
    “Yep, assuming you have what it takes, you’re about to be created as well.”
    “Thanks, but I already have a job.”
    “Maybe so, but you’re also infected.”
    She took another drag, watching him, before flicking the ashes on the floor. “If I’m infected, as ya claim, then why aren’t I tryin’ to eat your ass?”
    “Just like everything else in this world, it moves in stages.”
    “An’ I thought it was just a figure of speech when they claimed the world is a stage.”
    He pointed to the no smoking sign hanging on the wall. “You know, I don’t think you’re supposed to be smoking in here.”
    “Then fuckin’ arrest me, Deputy Dawg. Oh wait,” she glared at him, “ya already did.”
    “Touché.” Nodding, he stood and walked around to the front of the desk, taking a seat on the edge. “Okay, the simple version is there’s a virus running through your veins.”
    “Isn’t that what they normally do?” Taking a deep breath, she slowly exhaled. “How did I get it?”
    “When you were bitten.” He pointed to his arm. “You see that pus on your arm?”
    “Yeah.”
    “That’s how it starts.”
    “So I’m gonna turn into those freaks outside?”
    “I don’t know