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‘Allie,’ I protested. ‘Come on. I know you’re not that stupid.’
She screamed, frustration written all over her face. ‘I don’t believe you!’ she said, wild with emotion.
‘You were in love with him,’ I realised all at once. I’d assumed she was just in with Murphy for the money. But the way she said his name – Where is Christopher? – the anguish in her words. She had loved him. And now she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was dead.
‘Allie, he was a bad man,’ I said, trying to placate her. ‘He killed innocent people. I did what I had to do, and I’m sorry.’
‘Oh, you’re sorry?’ she repeated shrilly. ‘You’ll be sorry, bitch, when you watch your dirty biker bleed out in front of your eyes.’
My heart sank – she wasn’t going to be talked around. She was here to get vengeance.
‘Allie,’ I said softly. ‘Murphy wanted me to go with him when he left. He tried to rape me. He was naked in my bed when he died.’
She scoffed. ‘You’re a fucking mexicunt working at a strip club owned by bikers. You don’t get raped. You open your mouth and suck and say thank you after you swallow.’
Well, I didn’t know what to say to that. ‘He asked me to go with him. He was never going to take you. It was all a set-up for you to take the fall.’
‘Stop lying. Stop talking!’ She shook the gun in front of her for effect.
I took a deep breath and tried to think. Think! It was hard to strategise with a gun aimed at you.
‘Why Dornan?’ I asked. ‘He didn’t do anything. He wasn’t a part of this, Allie.’
‘He’s never without his fucking whore,’ she spat, looking at me. ‘Seems only fair that you get to watch him die before I kill you.’
I breathed heavily, my heart thundering in my chest – its low roar filling my ears. My gun, concealed by the darkness, itched in my hand. I had to shoot her. I had to stop her.
Allie sneered, letting her aim drop as she looked down into Dornan’s lap.
I took my chance. It was the only one I was going to get. As the bitch laughed at Dornan’s state of undress, I raised the gun in my hand and squeezed the trigger.
I recoiled as I felt her blood hit my cheek, the deafening roar of my gun something that was becoming far too familiar. Allie hit the dirt before I’d even blinked, the force of the bullet sending her straight onto her back. I rummaged around on the floor in front of my feet, looking for my coat, until I remembered I’d wrapped the baby in it. Desperate, I held a hand to Dornan’s red-soaked chest as I tried furiously to slow the tide of his blood. With my other hand, I searched in his pockets for his cellphone. I scrolled through until I found John’s number, called it, let it ring.
No answer.
I didn’t know who else to call. I couldn’t call his wife, could I? I wasn’t supposed to exist. And Emilio? No way would I call that bastard.
Jesus Fucking Christ. Who else could I call? Not the police. I’d just killed a cop. Again.
John. Answer your fucking phone!
He didn’t answer. Again. I looked at Dornan. The blood. There was so much blood.
Above the steady drum of the rain, I heard someone groaning outside. Allie? Jesus. Was she still alive? With a quick glance at Dornan, I opened the door as quietly as I could and slipped out, pressing it shut behind me. The rain was brutal, and I could barely see in front of me. I circled around the back of the pick-up, gun at the ready, my eyes searching for any movement as I rounded the corner of the truck and happened upon Allie. There was blood coming from her mouth, and she had one arm outstretched, reaching clumsily for her gun. In her dying moments, she didn’t look like a bitch anymore. She looked like a sad, lost little girl, and I silently cursed Murphy for pulling her into this hellish existence. For the first time, I realised that she was younger than me, just a young woman who fell in love with the wrong man. Don’t we all.
She saw me, and her hand reached for the gun more desperately. Before she could grab it and take a shot at me, I placed my foot on her wrist, pinning it to the ground.
She looked up at me, her eyes sad.
‘I thought he loved me,’ she choked.
I nodded, crouching beside her. ‘That’s the thing about men like Murphy,’ I said softly. ‘They’re not capable of love, Allie. They only know how to destroy.’
She seemed to soften, her eyes closing momentarily. ‘I don’t want to die,’ she whispered, blinking back tears. ‘I didn’t know.’
I nodded sympathetically, pushing her hair back from her face.
Before she could do anything, I placed my hand over her mouth and squeezed her nose shut between my thumb and index finger. Shock and realisation lit up in her eyes as she thrashed her head back and forth beneath my grip.
