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“Do you understand yet?” Ryker’s smile stretches from ear-to-ear. He’s like a little boy on Christmas morning, practically bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.
I can’t find my voice. My throat is suddenly so dry. Even swallowing takes effort, but I manage it. “Partly.”
Hunter wraps his arms around me, standing with his chest to my back. “You wanted him dead. After what Ryker told me, I didn’t need any convincing to go along with this six-month odyssey.”
That’s when the last piece clicks into place, and the picture finally becomes clear. “You weren’t bouncing around because you were running. You were searching for him.” I don’t take my eyes off him, staring in disgust at the man who broke my world to pieces.
“You bet.” Ryker lets Eric’s head fall forward—honestly, I’m not sure he’s conscious, though I can tell from the rising and falling of his chest that he’s alive. The fucking coward. He’s probably pretending to be unconscious just so he can avoid looking at me. The more I think about it, the surer I am that’s exactly what he’s doing.
“You did this for me.” I can hardly believe it, but it’s obvious. “You could’ve run, could’ve gone to Malibu and disappeared forever. But you took the risk of somebody trailing you. All so you could find him.”
“I don’t take a promise slightly, Sugar. You should know that by now.” Ryker comes to me, wipes the hand he touched Eric with on his thigh before taking my face in both hands. I’m sandwiched between them again, the way I was last night, and even considering our surroundings, I feel safe. Protected.
“I would do anything for you,” he whispers. “So would Hunter. I know we fucked up. We kidnapped, hurt, scared, and threatened to kill you. I figured a sorry would not work in our situation.”
“You are worth the work we put into this, and I hope you can forgive us for what we put you through.” Hunter’s lips touch my earlobe as he murmurs, “You deserve your revenge for what he did to you and your mom.”
“I told myself down in the bunker when I decided not to kill you, I was doing it because you deserved to be the one to bring justice down on this piece of shit behind me.” Ryker strokes my cheeks with his thumbs. “I know that was just an excuse—I knew it then, too, but we tell ourselves all kinds of things. The last thing I wanted to do down there was go through with killing you. That’s a fact. You’ll never know how I fought with myself. But like I said, I’m a man of my word. I don’t like breaking promises, even the kind I end up regretting.”
“I don’t know what to say.” Because seriously, what does a person say when they find out somebody cared enough to track down and restrain the asshole they’ve spent years fantasizing about murdering?
“You don’t have to say anything. And now, you can do what you have to do.”
My tongue darts over my lips since my mouth keeps going dry. “It seems too good to be true. It’s like wishing for the moon and not knowing what to do with it once you get it.”
Hunter chuckles. “Not too good to be true. This is real, you’re here with us, this bastard will never hurt anybody ever again. So long as you do what you know you have to do.”
“For yourself,” Ryker adds before kissing the tip of my nose. “So you can be free and can finally move on with your life. Make sure he pays for what he did—and that he’ll never, ever be able to do it anybody, ever again.”
It’s that little part at the end that clears my head and brings everything into focus. The idea that the bastard tied to the chair, the man who took away the only person who ever loved me, could ruin another girl’s life. Could bring another loving mother’s life to an end. All things considered, I turned out okay. Fucked up, but I got through it in one piece.
How many broken children did I see in my short time on the force? How many terrified, wide-eyed, trembling babies did I meet after their daddy beat their mommy, and possibly them, too?
I lean against Hunter while wrapping my arms around Ryker’s waist. “Thank you both. I’d say you don’t know what this means to me, but I think you do.”
“What are you going to do about this?” Ryker steps away from me, letting me see Eric again. Funny, but I’ve always remembered him as being so tall and powerful. Now he brings to mind a pathetic bully, beaten and broken and sitting in his own piss-stained pants.
There’s not a hint of weakness in my legs or any part of my body as I take a step closer to him, close enough that the toes of my sneakers are almost touching the toes of his shoes. “Look at me.” My voice doesn’t even sound like it’s mine anymore—and I like that. “Eric. Look at me. Stop being a coward for once in your life and pick your head up, you piece of shit. We both know you can hear me. We both know you’re awake. Stop faking.”
When he doesn’t respond, I add, “I can make sure these two get your eyes open. Should I ask them to do it?”
That’s enough for him. He lifts his head slowly, and when his eyes meet mine, I bite back a wave of revulsion that threatens to make me puke up a breakfast sandwich and hash brown all over him. I’ve seen those eyes in my nightmares. And now they’re full of cold, hard rage.
But once again, I know better. I can see through him now. I couldn’t when I was a kid, but now, I know there is a deep, bottomless well of fear inside him. It was always there, the way it is for all bullies and cowards.
“You thought you’d never see me again, didn’t you? You figured you could move on, and nobody would ever know what you did. Right? I was in your rearview mirror.” When he looks away, I jerk my chin at Ryker, and he takes Eric’s hair in his hand and yanks hard. I hear the prick whimpering behind the duct tape, and something inside me screams in joy.
“Eyes on me, fucker.” I lean in, staring into those empty eyes of his, like two black holes. “It’s time for you to pay for what he did. You have no idea the things I’ve imagined doing to you because of what you did to her.”
Something about that gets him whimpering again before he starts wordlessly babbling behind the duct tape. There are tears rolling down his cheeks now and snot dripping from his nose. He’s sweating bullets, big fat drops of it tumbling down his cheeks, soaking into his polo shirt.
“Get rid of the tape.”
Hunter touches my shoulder. “Are you sure you want to do that?”
“I want to hear what he has to say for himself. Don’t all condemned men get a chance to speak their last words?”
