“What?”
“How have you made it this far in life?” Letting my hands slowly drop to my sides. “Why would the MC kidnap their president’s sister?”
He’s too quiet, as if he hadn’t thought of that.
“That makes no sense.” Laughing. “Now, us coming in here because you kidnapped their president’s sister, that makes a lot more sense. You think a jury’s gonna buy it?”
“Move,” changing how he wants to go about this, I guess. “Intothe bathroom.”
I know exactly where he wants me to stand. Although I feel like he hasn’t thought this through either. Having the shower curtain down on the ground, like he’s gonna roll me up and cart me away so they don’t find my body… no sense, but whatever.
The light catches my eye from under the door, or really, how it darkens.
“Did I hurt your feelings?”
“What?”
“Did you think we were friends, and you think I betrayed you?”
“You did.”
Shaking my head, “doesn’t really seem to be what the evidence proves, is it?”
I can see the rage building on his face.
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“Drew, baby. You got this.” Eli tells me.
I can hear my brothers’ huff through. I’m sure Z’s trying to quietly argue with him.
“We cannot beat them there.” Eli explains before a thud comes through. “Break the lights; let your eyes adjust.”
Nodding my head as if he can see me, I hurry over to the side, slamming the butt of the gun up into the light bulb before moving into the bathroom, shattering that bulb as well before I find my cover.
They’d think of the tub.
The only downside is that there’s nowhere to run to.
I feel the fear creeping up, consuming me. “I — I can’t.” I whisper.
“Fuck,” Zeke mutters. “As much as I hate to admit it right now, he’s right. You consistently surprise me. Always have.”
The tears fill my eyes as his voice falls the longer he speaks.
There’s silence.
I try to maintain my breathing, as I know only a door and a few feet separate me from my potential death.
“You’re fearless.” Z whispers. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. You’re so much like Mom… she’d be proud.”
I can’t stop the water as it streams down my face, doing my best attempt at muffling my sobs enough so they can’t hear me. Sliding backwards until my back hits the wall.
“They’re in. She pushed herself into the corner of the bathroom.” Jag tells them.
“Make them regret underestimating you.” Eli says, his words somehow stopping my cries.
I know I can’t respond. They’ll hear me. But it still surprises me when he continues.
