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Just a promise.
A threat.
“Ez, I’m scared.”
“Fuck, baby. Don’t say that.” His bike engine turns on, a loud comforting rumble. “You don’t get scared.” I choke on a sobbing laugh.
“I’m scared now. Please—” I choke off the word, barely able to stop myself from begging him to hurry. “I need you.”
“I’m on my way, Kens. I’m coming. I was at your place waiting for you. I’m close.”
The door shakes again, harder this time. Then someone knocks against it and I let out a small yelp.
“They’re trying to get in,” I whisper. I bring my knees to my chest, sandwiching the barrel of the gun between my thighs and stomach. “What if you don’t make it in time?”
“I’ll make it,” he says, his voice dark. “Whoever is there is fucking dead.”
“I have a will,” I say quietly. “It’s in a small safe under my bed.”
“Kennedy,” he growls.
“The combination is Ian’s birthday.” I wipe roughly at my face, and jump when something hard thumps against the door, like someone rammed their shoulder into it. They do it again and the wood splinters. “Tell him—” My voice breaks again.
“Stop, Kennedy.”
“Tell him I love him, please. Will you?” My nose burns as tears stream down my cheeks. “Tell him I’m so proud of him and the man he’s becoming. Tell him he’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”
“You’ll tell him yourself!” he roars, but I’m not listening to him anymore. I’m too focused on the door, on the people trying to get in.
“And, I’m so sorry, Ez,” I force myself to say. “I should’ve never treated you like I did. I should’ve never called you what I have. I should’ve—I should’ve let you in sooner. And if you can’t forgive me, I under—”
“Kennedy!” he shouts, but I’m sobbing harder now.
“I was starting to fall for you,” I admit. “I think I could’ve loved you.”
“I’m fucking coming, baby. I’m almost there.”
Wood breaks, and a broken whimper leaves me. “I was going to call you today and tell you I was ready. I was going to tell you that I’m ready for you. For us.”
“Kennedy, please.” He sounds hysterical, like he’s riding on the edge of fury and pain.
More wood breaks and I bite my tongue to hold in my scream. Men’s voices are loud now, filling the silent bar. The door, my only protection, is being ripped apart.
“They broke the door,” I whisper.
“Fucking shit,” he shouts. “Don’t hang up. I’m almost there, Kens. I’m so fucking close. When I get there, I’m killing everyone in that building and taking you home. I swear to God, you’re never leaving my sight again.”
The door finally breaks fully and they thunder inside. It’s impossible for me to know how many there are based on their footsteps alone. It could be two, or it could be ten. But even one is too many.
“Where is she?” a man asks, his voice harsh. My chin wobbles as fear overrides my body.
“I’m almost there, love,” Ezra says, his voice muffled as I pull my phone from my ear. It trembles in my hand as I slide it onto the shelf in front of me, leaving the line connected like he said.
“Check the back, I’ll check the office,” another orders. There are only two speaking, so I hope that means there are only two and not ten like I feared.
They walk across the room, the old wood floors creaking under them. I shift onto my knees and bring the gun up, aiming it at the entrance of the bar, ready to shoot.
The room is dark and apart from my too loud breathing and the men walking around, it’s silent. Eerily silent.
