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I slowly backed away from Art and went into the motel room. This man had struck the fear of God in me like no other. He obviously knew I’d been married to Matt. Why else would he keep calling me Mrs. Knight with no small amount of disdain in his voice?
Who was he? What had Matt done to him?
“Now, you can either leave us alone or get in the room.” He pressed the barrel of his gun to Art’s forehead.
I squeezed my eyes shut and fisted my hands, preparing for a loud bang.Somebody, please save us.But no one would because we were an hour away from Bastion Township. After the longest second of my life, I cautiously opened my eyes when the gun didn’t go off.
Art didn’t respond to the man as he turned on his heel and stalked toward me. “Do you know him?” he whispered.
“Not really.”
“I don’t have my gun with me.” His jaw twitched as he took my hand.
“In my purse,” I said as quietly as possible. Matt had shown me how to shoot and told me to never go anywhere without protection. I was so glad I had listened. Just one problem. My purse was on the chair next to the door, next to the creep.
The clicking of the lock stole my attention. “Now, you both appear confused, like you don’t know who I am.”
I swallowed. “I saw you at the Wild Hog.”
“Yes, good job remembering me.”
“I don’t know you,” Art hissed.
“No, I suppose it was before your time. You don’t look much older than thirty.” The man shot a salacious grin my way. “Like ‘em young, don’t you, Mrs. Knight?”
“Shut the fuck up and tell me what you want!” Art growled. I squeezed his hand, a silent plea, to not piss off this psycho.
“Let’s see, where should I begin.” He paced in front of the door. “My name isn’t important.” He cut his gaze at us. “You won’t be alive long enough for it to matter.” Retribution was in his voice.
I trembled, leaning closer to Art. We were on the opposite side of the room, near the bathroom. If we ran into it and locked the door, this asshole would probably shoot up the door. We might survive, but I had a feeling Art would use his body as a shield to protect me.
If one of us tried to get my purse, I had no doubt this guy would shoot us on the spot. How would we get out of this situation?
“But I think you deserve to know why you have to die, Mrs. Knight. You see, twenty years ago, I was just a teenager doing my parents’ bidding. They cooked the meth, I sold it to kids at school. Your brother was one of my buyers.”
My heart slammed into my chest. The psycho pointing a gun at us was the kid who’d sold the drugs to Johnny? Was the new meth house his?
Art appeared to sense my anguish and rubbed his thumb against my hand.
“After your fucking husband and his club burned my home to the ground, the people my parents worked for came after them. They beat them and raped my mother for failing at their jobs.” He took three steps toward us. “I was forced to watch,” he seethed. “I should do to you what they did to her.”
Art pushed me behind him again. “Don’t fucking touch her.”
A sinister laugh erupted out of him. “I’m the one with the gun, dipshit. I could take you out with one shot and have my way with Mrs. Knight.”
I hated the way he said my name in a pervy tone. “Art, please,” I whispered.
“But fucking the cunt whose old man destroyed my family is fucking disgusting. You can have her used snatch.” He bopped his hand on his head. “Oh, wait! What am I saying? She’ll be dead and her used pussy will rot away.”
“You insane motherfucker,” Art muttered.
“You think I’m insane?” The psycho feigned shock. “Buddy, wait until you see how Mrs. Knight will die, then you can call me insane.”
Tears blurred my vision as bile shot into my throat. I didn’t want to show weakness or fear, but I was both—and regretful for so much.
My mind raced in time with my palpitating heart. What would happen to my sons after I was gone? Would they be okay? What about Storm and my dad? Storm had his family. Angel would see him through everything and anything. But my dad? Losing me on top of my mom and brother would shatter him completely.
I pressed my face against Art’s back, inhaling his natural scent, a little musk mixed with his cologne. As tears streaked down my face, I whimpered. “I love you. Please live on and be happy.”
