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If that asshole thought I’d sit back and let him cheat, let him go around the terms of our truce like this, he was wrong. I stood up, went to grab my gun and its hip holster, and then my car keys. I was out of the house within the minute, getting into my car. I’d fuck that asshole up. No more truce.
I recognized the road she was off of, and I got going. Growing up around here, I knew pretty much every road Eastcreek had, and I could get there without the need for a GPS or a map. All the while, I white-knuckled it.
I’d kill that fucking kid. I would. Consequences be damned.
I may have broken every speed limit posted, took turns too fast, and blown stop signs if it was clear no one was coming the other way. I did my best to get there as quickly as possible, and once I reached the road her phone said she was on, I took it slow. I didn’t have an exact address, but there weren’t many houses on this road, so it was only a matter of finding the right one.
Eastcreek was a small town, the middle of nowhere, basically. But if you compared downtown Eastcreek to this area? It was night and day. This was where nature still reigned supreme, woods so thick you couldn’t see anything other than the bark of trees. The houses around here were some of the oldest in Eastcreek, and therefore the most dilapidated and run-down. That said, they also had the most land. The only reason Alistair hadn’t bought it all up, I think, was because of how hilly it was. It’d cost a fortune to tear down all these trees and level it.
That, and I think the whole town would get pissed at all the development, even if Alistair was at the helm. The Montgomery family had kept Eastcreek and all of its businesses afloat, buying real estate property whenever they could, but that didn’t mean Alistair wouldn’t have pushback.
I pulled off the side of the road, just before a driveway, and I checked my phone and the map where the blinking dot was. Judging from the distance on the map to the nearest intersection, I’d say this was probably the house. You couldn’t see it from the road; it was completely hidden in the woods.
Well, there was only one thing to do, only one way to find out if this was indeed the place. I had to drive up, go in there, and be ready to bust some ass.
I brought my car to the driveway, rolling slowly through the long, winding thing. I didn’t want to go too fast and alert Gareth. That had to be what this was. It had to be.
As I thought that thought, I finally spotted the house after the last bend in the driveway, and I saw no cars. It had an unattached, two-car garage off to the side, in the back, but the doors were closed, so I couldn’t see if Gareth’s car was here or not.
I didn’t pull up to the house. I parked my car on the driveway, on the last bend, and shut her off, slow to get out as I studied the house. Old, like it hadn’t seen work in years. Honestly, it reminded me a little of my house, when I’d first bought it, but this one was in much worse shape. I didn’t think the wooden siding had ever been repainted. Multiple places on it were chipping.
Something in my gut told me to check the garage first. I didn’t know why, but if, by some chance, it wasn’t Gareth, I had to be prepared. My feet took me around the house in a crouched, rushed pace, and I made it to the man door of the garage. It hung off-center, a little crooked, like it wasn’t installed properly or a side of the garage had settled into the ground deeper than the other.
But that door had a square windowpane, which would let me see in, so I wasn’t going to complain.
With one hand on my gun, I had to use the other to drape over my eyes when I leaned my face against the glass. Covering my eyes with my hand helped adjust my sight. Two cars were in the garage, one I didn’t recognize, but the other…
The other looked a lot like Erin’s missing car.
Shit.
Just for kicks, I tried the door, and it was open, so I pushed inside and sprinted to the back of the farthest car to check the license plate. The plate, I realized with sinking horror, told me all I needed to know.
It was definitely Erin’s car.
I hurried out of the garage, leaving the door hanging open as I sprinted to the house. I pulled my gun out of its holster and took the safety off as I rounded the house, the front door in sight. What a fool I’d been. I’d thought killing an entire family wasn’t Gareth’s M.O., but I was wrong. I should’ve known anything bad happening in this town would be his fault.
And to think, I’d spoken to Alistair, and we’d both agreed on it. Looked like I wasn’t the only stupid one around. I should’ve known never to give that asshole the benefit of the doubt.
I reached for the handle, not knowing whether it’d be locked or not. My hand tried the knob, and I found it was locked. I should call it in, I should wait for backup, just in case—that way, there’d be no fucking way Gareth would get out of this one.
But Brianna was in there, and Gareth was doing God knew what to her. I couldn’t wait.
I took a step back from the door, both hands holding onto the gun to steady it, and I lifted a leg, bracing myself. I kicked the door near the handle, all of my might behind it. The door rattled on its hinges. After another kick, it busted open, the lock no match for me. I should feel lucky that it was an old door, not one of those steel, fireproof ones that new homes had.
Gareth would’ve heard me kick down the door, since the damn house was so small, so I rushed in, my arms locked straight, finger on the trigger. The door opened to a small hall, the kitchen on one side, the living room on the other. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two figures in the living room, so I rushed straight in there and—
And then I froze when I saw them. Or, in reality, when I saw her.
Brianna.
Brianna was naked, on top of someone else who was naked as well—or, at least, I was pretty damn sure he was naked underneath all that blood and gore. She had a small knife in her hand, and she was bent over his body, humming a tune I couldn’t recognize.
I lowered the gun, my mouth falling open as I took in the sight. The air was full of metal and piss, the sight before me one unlike any I’d ever witnessed.
She didn’t look at me. It was like she was so focused on the body beneath her she wasn’t aware someone else had entered the room. Her beautiful face was coated in maroon, her neck, her tits, her stomach; every inch of her, even some of her multi-colored hair.
I slowly slipped my Glock back into its holster, taking a tiny step toward her and the body. The floor was covered in blood, wet and fresh. I couldn’t get too close, otherwise I’d step right in it and make the mess worse.
