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“Good morning, motherfucker,” I say, spitting in his face.
He opens his mouth to talk back, but my grip is too tight. I get a rush of satisfaction at the sight of his face turning red. My eyes stay on him until his bedmate screams and covers herself with the sheet.
“Don’t worry,” Kyle assures her, stepping further into the room. “We won’t hurt you.”
Her attention flickers from him to the array of drugs in the room. She’s worried about being busted for possession.
Ronnie no longer looks like the man I met at the apartment. His cheeks are sunken in. His pupils are dilated, and his body is frail. The drugs have taken the best of him. Not saying his best was much.
“Gage,” Kyle finally warns at the realization that Ronnie is on the verge of passing out at my hands.
Ronnie grabs his throat while trying to catch his breath when I release him, and you’d think he’d be smart enough to keep his mouth shut.
His words only prove further that he’s the dumbest motherfucker in the room.
“I see you’re here about your cunt of a girlfriend,” he says, spitting at my feet.
I respond by swinging my fist back and punching him in the face. He staggers back against the wall, but that doesn’t stop his mouth from talking. Asshole must not value his life.
“Did she tell you how hard I rubbed my big dick against her?” he taunts. “She said it felt better than yours.”
I grab him by the hair and throw him down on his knees. My gun goes straight to his temple while I grit my teeth and try to talk myself down from blowing his brains out. The chick screams while Kyle rushes to my side.
“Okay, that’s enough!” Kyle cries out.
I’m conflicted about my next move. The gun stays in its place, biting into Ronnie’s head, and the anger inside me can’t dim enough to convince me to pull back.
I can’t shoot him.
I’d lose everything.
It’s also not who I am.
I’m not a killer.
“Goddamn it,” I hiss when Kyle slowly takes the gun from me.
Seconds later, a deep pain thrums through my head when the naked junkie chick strikes me in the side of the face with a candlestick.
Thirty-Nine
Lauren
“Barnes,your hunk of a police boyfriend is here,” Jay announces, throwing open the break-room door and waking me up from my nap. A conflicted look flickers across his face.
I rub at my tired eyes. It was nice, being in Gage’s arms last night, but our pillow fort was far from comfortable. “Huh?”
Am I still dreaming?
“Gage is here,” he clarifies.
I jump up from the couch. “To visit me?”
He had a full shift at work today, so for him to be here this early means something is up.
“Nope. He’s in the ER.”
“The hell?” I shove past him and run down the hallway, my heart on fire.
