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“I’m not going back here.” As if her life depended on it—and it likely did—Suzanna tried to turn and run in the opposite direction. This only angered him.
“Damn it, stop trying to get away.” He dropped her arm, reached up, and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Her eyes watered and she cried out when he yanked hard in the opposite direction she was moving. “You need to stay right with me. You have a date with destiny.”
“Perhaps. However, I do not have a destiny with you.”
“Of course not, bitch. I wouldn’t fuck you if yours was the only cunt available on the planet. But you do need to be punished. I’m here to see justice done.” Dragging her by her head, he pulled her further toward the cemetery. She managed to remain on her feet to keep from having her head plucked bald as he pulled her toward the back of the church.
If she had a knife she would have given herself a new haircut just to get away from him. “Punished? For what? What did I ever do, you fucking crazy bastard?”
They rounded the corner of the back side of the church. Suzanna had her eyes closed, partly from the pain of her hair being yanked on and partly because she expected to see a recently dug open grave waiting for her as the new occupant.
Marcus finally stopped moving. “For what you did to my little brother.”
Her brain stopped. Who? His little brother? What the hell?
She opened her eyes. He’d moved his face next to hers. The maniacal grin made her heart pound faster and harder. “Please let me go. I don’t know your brother. I didn’t do anything to him.”
“Not true, bitch!” He twisted her around, still gripping her hair in his fist, and pushed her the final few steps toward the small cemetery behind the church. “You killed him. And now you’re going to pay for it.”
Turning to look at where he was pushing her, Suzanna suddenly shrieked in panic and slammed her eyes shut again. No. Can’t be true. The moment her gaze focused on the scene, she saw the abhorrent face. It was attached to the figure of a man waiting next to the nearest gravestone.
It was Kevin.
Chapter Fourteen
Nathan woke with a start. The sound of a woman crying echoed and faded. And had something just buzzed? Before he took his first conscious breath or identified either of the sounds, colossal pain throbbed a rhythm in his skull. He grunted, and slowly climbed onto his hands and knees. However, he regretted it the moment he got balanced on all four limbs. “Jesus. God. Almighty. Why does it hurt to fucking blink?”
“Nathan?” a cautious-sounding female voice whispered from somewhere close. Had she been the one crying? He hadn’t even realized there was anyone else in the room. He didn’t remember what had happened or why he was on the ground.
He lifted his head and saw Cindy behind bars in front of him. “What are you doing here?”
Tears streaking down her cheeks, she said, “I’m sorry, Nathan.”
His phone started vibrating again, relieving him of the chore of figuring out why she was sorry or why she’d been crying. Buzz. Buzz. The whisper-soft noise still made his head throb. He pushed the button to stop the noise, and pulled the phone off of his belt to look at it. Gabriel had called three times in the past five minutes. Lifting to his knees almost made him pass out again. He grabbed the edge of the jail cell’s cot to balance himself.
“How long have I been out?” he asked Cindy.
“I don’t know. A few minutes maybe.” She sniffed once.
“I feel like I got hit by a truck.” He rotated his neck in a circle, but didn’t feel better.
“Someone bashed you in the back of the head,” Cindy said quietly.
He took a closer look and noticed blood at the corner of her mouth. Before he gathered the words or the wherewithal to ask her what happened, Suzanna’s face registered in his brain.
Fuck. “Where’s Suzanna?”
Cindy sniffled again. “He’s got her.”
“Who does?”
“Marcus.”
“Is that the fucking prick who hit her in the eye and sent her on the run?” Nathan glanced at Cindy’s mouth and wondered if Marcus had hit her as well.
“I don’t know. Marcus came to town shortly after I saw Gabriel with Suzanna on the side of the road. He was showing a picture of a woman who looked like her to several regulars at the bar in Enclave. He told everyone she was his missing wife. I felt sorry for him.”
