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Three men stood a couple of yards away; two were armed, all three looked like they were about ready to rip his head off.
He knew who they were. One was Michael Stein, he had been living in Samara’s house the last few days, the next was Samara’s brother Fin Patrick, and the third was one of the owners of the private security firm Samara and Michael worked for, his name was Brady Crowley.
How had they found him?
Samara must have her phone on her, and they had used it to track her location.
Dante felt his blood boil. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone? He and Samara just wanted to live their lives in peace. What was wrong with that? Why were these people so hell-bent on ruining it? Why couldn’t they just let them live their lives, they weren't bothering anyone, and it was no one else’s business but their own.
“Leave us alone,” he shouted. “We want to be together. Why can't you understand that?”
“You killed three people, Dante,” Michael said. “We can't let you do that and then just walk away.”
“That was your fault.You'rethe reason they're dead because you were trying to keep us apart. But we’re together now, and you’re never going to take Samara away from me again.” He would do whatever it took to make sure that he and Samara remained together.
“You’re scaring her,” Michael said. “Just let her go and we can talk about this.”
“Do you think I'm an idiot?”
“No, of course not,” Brady said.
“Well, you must if you think that I believe that the second I let Samara go you’re not going to shoot me.” He hated being treated like an idiot. He wasn't. Not even close, his IQ was off the charts.
“It doesn’t have to go down that way,” Brady said. “Cops are going to be here any minute. You can give yourself up quietly, no one here wants to shoot you. Nor does anyone want Samara to get hurt accidentally. I know you don’t. You love her, right?”
“Are you questioning my love for Samara?” he screamed, dragging her closer and holding her so tight he heard her sharp intake of air as his arm crushed her chest. Immediately he loosened his hold a little.
“No,” Brady answered calmly. “No one is questioning that youlove Samara. We’ve all seen what you’ve done to try to get to her. You love her just like you loved Lavender.”
His whole body turned to ice at the mention of the name.
Hername.
The name of the girl he had loved as a child.
“Her mother killed her, and so you killed her,” Brady continued.
“Stop it,” he yelled. He didn't want to hear this right now. He didn't want to think about his past, not today on what was supposed to be the happiest day of his life. He was supposed to enjoy having Samara in his arms, he was supposed to be taking her home and making love to her for the first time. This day was supposed to be perfect, and once again, these men were ruining it.
“Lavender’s mother was your nanny, right? An only child, your parents were hardly ever home. Most of the time it was just the two of you at that huge, secluded estate. Just the two of you. No one to stop her from hurting you. She used to lock you out of the house when it was snowing, she would blindfold you and make you take off all of your clothes and wash in the snow. She lied to you, Dante, her daughter was already dead before she became your nanny.”
Lies.
That was lies.
He knew that for a fact.
Lavender hadn't been dead, he’d talked to her, touched her, kissed her. She was flesh and bones, as real as he was.
“Nice try, but I know that Lavender was alive, so stop playing games and let us go,” Dante said.
“Lavender died before you were born,” Brady said. “Her mother did to her the same things that she did to you. She stripped her daughter naked and left her out in the snow, only one night she fell asleep, and by the time she woke up, it wasalready too late. Lavender was dead. Victoria was arrested, but she suffered a psychotic break. She developed a split personality, she took on her daughter’s identity as well as her own. When you thought it was Lavender that you were talking to it was really her mother. Victoria served sixteen years in a psychiatric hospital for her daughter’s death, then when she was released, she remarried and changed her name. Your parents didn’t know who she was, who they were hiring to raise their child for them.”
They could keep lying to him, but it didn't make any of this true.
And what they were saying couldn’t be true.
He knew it wasn't.
