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My father was to blame for Angel’s death, but I was to blame for hers. The weight of that felt like it was going to crush me.
“Why did you tell her all of that?” Caleb turned towards his brother, anger in his voice. “You said you just wanted to know if she suspected…” Caleb trailed off as he realized what I’d known all along. Callum brought me here to kill me.
I sniffled. “I’m the last loose end.”
Caleb’s head snapped towards me. “No,” he said, shaking his head looking between me and Callum in disbelief. “You promised me that you wouldn’t hurt her. You promised me that if I brought her here.”
Callum moved so quickly that neither Caleb nor I were prepared for what happened next.
“Sorry brother,” Callum said as he pulled a needle out of Caleb’s neck. “I let you talk me out of getting rid of her once. I can’t afford that again.”
Caleb looked back at his brother, betrayal in his eyes before he slumped to the side, his head hitting the concrete ground with a thud.
Then, Callum turned on me. “Are you ready to be reunited with your family?”
CHAPTERFORTY-ONE
Callum expected me to go easily. I couldn’t blame him. After all, there was a time when my depression was so terrible that I would have allowed Callum to kill me, so that I could be free of the demons that haunted me.
But things were different now. Not only did I want to stay alive to see both Callum and Caleb pay for what they’d done, but also, to get Eli out of this.
I kicked my leg out, connecting my sandal with Callum’s knee as hard as I could. He screamed, and I didn’t waste a moment of time before rushing towards Callum, slamming into him with all my body weight.
If Callum hadn’t already been injured, there was no way things would have worked. But the pain in his knee drew his focus, and he was off balance.
“You fucking bitch!” he screamed as he wrestled with me. My focus was on the knife, which Callum had dropped when I’d slammed myself into him. I knew that I needed to get ahold of it if I hoped to survive.
And though I’d never thought about killing anyone before, I knew in that moment that either I was getting out of here or Callum was, and I was determined that I would survive.
Unfortunately, Callum was larger than me, and now that he knew I wasn’t going to sit back and allow him to kill me, he was fighting me.
And he was winning.
Callum managed to flip me so that I was on my back. I flailed, but he grabbed my wrists. “This could have been easy, but I guess we can make it painful.”
Callum released my hands as he wrapped his own around my neck. Immediately, I thought back to that night in the foyer. Callum’s hands had wrapped themselves around my throat, and I now knew the only reason he hadn’t finished me that evening was because of Caleb.
But Caleb was not here, which meant I needed to save myself.
That was easier said than done. Callum’s hands squeezed hard against the column of my throat cutting off any sort of air. Already, my vision was starting to turn black, and I felt myself starting to pass out.
Knowing that I only had seconds left, I started reaching behind me looking for the only thing that could save my life.
Callum was too focused on ending my life to notice what I was doing. His cockiness would be the end of him.
The moment I felt the coolness of the knife, I nearly wept.
“Why won’t you fucking die!” Callum screamed as he tightened his hands around my neck even harder.
I didn’t think. There wasn’t time to do that. A moment of hesitation was going to cost me my life.
So, I did what was necessary and I slammed the knife into the soft side of Callum’s neck.
His eyes grew wide, and immediately, his hands left my throat. I pulled the knife out, and the warmth of Callum’s blood sprayed across my face.
“Fuck. You.”
Those were the last words Callum heard before he slumped down on the floor.
