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She sighs. “Fine. But if you get there first, don’t get any ideas about finishing what you started all those years ago. He is not worth you going to jail. And if anyone is going to have the pleasure of hurting him, it’ll be me. Sending you that address now. I love you.” she says.
I race for my car. My heart is in my throat and rage is nearly choking me. If I get there first, nothing will stop me from finishing what I started.
Finally
Regan
I pull off the exit and break out into a sweat. I checked my rearview mirror compulsively on the drive over and every time a car appeared behind me; my heart raced. But no one is following me. This is not that night and I am not going to be anyone’s victim today.
But telling myself that doesn’t make my pulse any slower and by the time I turn up the long tree lined drive leaving to the house, I am trembling.
I pull up next to my mother’s black Cadillac, breathing so hard I’m practically panting. I need to get out of the car. She’s in danger, and I need to help her. But I can’t move. I drop my forehead onto the steering wheel as a flood of memories, the sound of screaming, the places on my body they hurt, sting now with phantom pain. The crunch of gravel under tires jolts me back to the present and I almost burst into tears of relief when Stone’s silver Ranger Rover pulls in behind me.
“You okay?” he asks when he pulls my door open. He crouches down beside me.
“You don’t have to come in. I’ll go. I called 911 and they’re on their way, okay?” he speaks in a steady, reassuring voice and rubs his big, warm hand down my back.
My breathing grows steadier and I nod.
“I want to go. I need to.” I add when he looks like he’s about to argue with me.
He helps me out of the car. We walk toward the house of horrors. But, with Stone holding my hand, the cloying fear recedes, and vengeful anger takes its place.
A scream from inside smacks into my consciousness like a runaway freight train. It shatters everything, but my need to help my mother. I break into a run and ignore Stone’s shouts for me to stop.
I scream my mother’s name and my voice as loud as a raging wind as I cross the threshold into the house. I run through the living room and down the corridor and burst into the room where the sounds are coming from.
I walk in to find a stark-naked Weston cuffed to the bed, his legs spread eagle, his arms bound above his head. His screams stop when he sees me.
“Oh my God, stop her, she’s going to get me killed.” I look around the room and don’t see my mother, and then I hear the sound of the toilet flushing.
I rush over to the bathroom and see my mother dumping bags of brown powder into the toilet, a satisfied smile on her face.
“Mother?” I call and she shrieks and drops at the bag and turns toward me.
“Oh my God, child. Don’t sneak up on me like that. I didn’t hear you over that man’s wailing. Apparently if all of this heroine goes missing, I won’t have to kill him myself. The Mexican Cartel will.”
I stare slack jawed at her, unable to formulate a response.
“Regan?” Stone bellows my name.
“We’re in the bathroom. She’s fine.” I yell back out to him just as Weston starts shrieking again.
“Oh, Stone is with you. Perfect. I was thinking we could burn this place down before we leave. What do you say?” she asks, as if she’s discussing what we should eat for dinner.
“Mother, the police are on their way. Stop flushing those drugs and why is he naked?” I ask her in exasperation.
She reaches into a bag on the floor beside her and pulls out a bottle of honey and holds it up with a smile. “I was going to pour this on him, leave the door open and let the bugs have at him until the cartel showed up.”
“You fucker!” Weston shrieks and I dash out into the hall and make for the room.
Stone is holding a knife under Weston’s balls and he’s got a hand cuffed around his neck.
“I’m a doctor. I know how to cut this so that not even the best surgeon could make you right,” he says and Weston howls bloody murder. A trickle of blood drops onto the sheet between his thighs.
I grab Stone’s wrist and tug. I might as well be trying to maneuver a mountain.
“No, baby. I want to finish what I started the last time we were all together.” His hand around Weston’s throat tightens and the man’s face turns red, his eyes turn to me pleading for help.
