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“Sure, just give me a second, and I’ll be right there,” he answered.
“Okay,” I replied, hanging up the phone with trembling hands. I raised them again, keeping them firmly in the air as Becky’s gaze bore into me.
“Good job,” she sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Now get over there by your friend, and don’t even think about trying anything funny.”
I moved to stand beside Imogen, our hands still raised in surrender. Fear gnawed at my insides, but I tried to stay calm for Imogen’s sake.
“Are you okay?” I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.
Imogen let out a small whimper, her eyes wide with fear. “I think so,” she replied, her voice trembling.
“Do you know what’s going on?” I asked, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
Imogen shook her head, her expression mirroring my own confusion. “I’m so clueless,” she whispered, her voice filled with uncertainty.
“Shut up!” Becky’s voice cut through the air like a knife, sharp and demanding. “I can’t fucking think when you two are talking.” Her words were laced with frustration as she paced back and forth, the gun in her hand a constant reminder of the danger we were in.
Imogen and I exchanged a nervous glance, but we remained silent, knowing that any further noise would only agitate Becky further.
As the doors of the elevator slid open, my heart leapt into my throat. I held my breath, my stomach twisting with dread. I didn’t want Rocco to be a part of this. I didn’t want anything to happen to him or to us.
But when Rocco stepped off the elevator, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. “What the fuck?” Rocco’s voice was barely a whisper, his eyes wide with disbelief as he took in the scene before him.
Becky turned to face him, her grip on the gun tightening, but still trained on me and Imogen. “Hello, honey,” she cooed, a sickeningly sweet smile playing on her lips. “Did you miss me?”
Everything clicked into place. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place, and I realized the true reason behind Becky’s presence.
Becky wasn’t here just for Imogen and me. She was here for Rocco.
She was his crazy ex-girlfriend, the one he had mentioned in passing but never fully elaborated on.
Holy shit.
Chapter Thirty-One
Rocco
I didn’t know what to think. My mind raced as I tried to process everything. Becky, my ex-girlfriend from Chicago, stood in front of me with a gun pointed at Imogen and Dorothy.
What the hell was she doing here in California? The last I knew, she was still in Chicago, thousands of miles away.
I took in her paramedic uniform, and a sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. Becky had been a paramedic back in Chicago, and that was how we had met. She used to bring bodies from the hospital morgue to the funeral home where I worked. But what was she doing here now, and why was she holding us at gunpoint?
“What the hell is going on, Becky?” I demanded, my voice laced with disbelief and anger.
Becky sloppily pushed her hair out of her face, her eyes wild with desperation. “I followed you, Rocco,” she admitted, her words coming out in a rush. “I know you don’t see it, but we’re meant to be together. You moving to California can’t keep us apart.” She gestured to her paramedic uniform. “I got a job at the local hospital, and it can be just like it was in Chicago.”
My blood ran cold as her words sank in. She had followed me across the country, driven by some twisted delusion that we were destined to be together. But the reality was far from that. We had broken up a year ago, and I had made it clear that our relationship was over.
“We broke up, Becky,” I reminded her, my voice firm. “You and I haven’t been together for a year.”
“I know,” Becky cooed, her tone unsettlingly calm. “You just needed some time to yourself so you could miss me.”
“I don’t miss you, Becky.” Far from it. “So why the fuck are you here with a gun pointed at Dorothy and Imogen?” I demanded, my frustration boiling over.
“Because we belong together,” she repeated, her voice growing more desperate. “I just need to remind you how good we were when we were together.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Becky had always been a little unstable back in Chicago, but now she seemed to have crossed the line into full-blown madness. Holding us at gunpoint was not the way to win me back, not that she could, and I knew that her obsession with me had reached a dangerous level.
