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Anger coursed through me. “Of course not. Because he’s a fucking cockroach and will outlive us all.”
Caleb’s groans turned into cruel laughter. He rose to his feet, staring up at us with vile hate in his eyes. “What now, Rebel? Was this your big plan? Shove me into a hole so I’d break my neck?”
“One could only hope,” Bliss muttered.
Caleb’s gaze turned to her, the fury in his eyes visible even from where we stood. “You’re dead, bitch. No matter where you run, when I get out of here, I’ll find you.”
He was right. He would.
We all knew it.
He laughed again, though it was tinged with pain. “Frank! Frank! Bring the fucking gun out here and put it to good use with a bullet through my blushing bride’s head.”
Bliss glanced over her shoulder nervously. “There’s headlights in the parking lot. We aren’t that far from it. They’re going to hear him.”
“Damn right, they are, bitch. Frank!”
I spun around, the headlights blinding me. Men climbed out of the truck; their figures dark as they ran from the vehicle to the worksite office where Frank was holding the other women hostage.
Bliss staggered backward, grabbing my arm and dragging me with her. “We can’t do any more here tonight. We need to run. Report this to the police.”
But I shook her off.
I recognized that truck.
Through the glare of headlights, I could barely make out the O’Malley’s Handyman Service decal on the side of the vehicle.
I grinned. “It’s Kian, Vaughn, and Fang.”
In the next second though, I realized there were two armed men inside the work shed they were running straight into.
My blood ran cold.
“No!” I screamed, waving my arms, trying to catch their attention. “Don’t go in there!”
I broke into a run, my ankle twisting on the loose gravel, but it didn’t matter. I needed to warn them. Help them.
Two gunshots ripped through the night air, stopping me in my tracks.
A blood-curdling scream tore from my lungs and mingled with the screams coming from inside.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.
Bliss’s arms came around me, holding me up, preventing me from collapsing. “It’s not them. It’s not them.”
I held on to her, knowing that the three pieces of my heart were inside that building.
And that maybe now, one of theirs no longer beat.
Caleb’s laughter from the pit was the thing that pushed me forward. I stumbled, clutching Bliss’s fingers.
The worksite door opened. Fang stumbled down the steps, his white T-shirt covered in blood.
“Oh God,” Bliss whispered.
“Fang!” I pulled away from Bliss and sprinted across the lot. I grabbed him by the arm, my fingers coating in sticky, red blood. A sob burst from my chest, the aching pain of knowing he was hurt as sharp and painful as if I’d been shot myself.
I yanked up his shirt, searching for the bullet hole.
