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“You fucking bitch!” he screamed. His hat had flown off and she could see his eyes moving around. They looked crazy. As though he was on something.
Oh God. Oh God.
Trent was really going to kill her this time. Of all the dumb, stupid things she could have done.
He drew his leg back, right as she heard Jess speak.
“S-step away from her, j-jerkface. Before I put a b-bullet in you.”
The man turned, and that’s when April saw that Jess had the gun in her hands, pointing it at the guy. She was pale, shaking like crazy, and the gun was going all over the place.
Fuck.
The guy tensed and she knew that he was going to leap at Jess. April scrambled to her feet, ignoring the pain in her body as she moved to Jess.
“Give the gun to me, babe,” she whispered.
“He . . . he was going to kick my b-baby,” Jess said as sirens sounded in the distance.
“I know. But I wouldn’t let that happen. Give me the gun.”
“Fuck! The cops are coming!” the guy yelled. “Give me that fucking gun.”
He lunged at them and April screamed right as Bev appeared with a shotgun in her hands. Bev let off a shot and April slammed her hands against her ears. Shit! That was loud!
“Get down on the floor, asshole,” Bev demanded.
Whoa. What happened to sweet Bev who baked cookies for the local school fair every year and knitted every new baby in town a really ugly sweater?
This woman looked tough as nails. And the asshole obviously sensed that as he backed away from Jess and April slowly.
“Hey, now, I didn’t mean nothing . . . no need to fucking go all psycho,” he said, sweating heavily.
April grabbed the gun from Jess, who was full-on sobbing now. She wrapped an arm around her as they heard the sirens grow really close.
“You didn’t mean nothing?” Bev snapped. “Boy, I should put a bullet in your ass right now for the way you’ve made a pregnant woman cry. Get down on the floor. April, put the gun down, and go see if Max is out there.”
Max was the sheriff. With her hands shaking, April took the bullets out of the gun. It was something that Trent had taught her how to do when she’d first moved in with him. Then she left the gun on the counter before heading to the door.
Now she needed more than potato chips. She needed the whole aisle of cookies. And maybe some ice cream too.
What did a person eat to comfort them after being held at gunpoint?
CHAPTER4
TRENT
Trent jumped out of the car before Larry had even come to a stop. Before getting on the plane from Vegas, he’d managed to get hold of Larry and asked him to meet him at the airport in Jackson to bring him back here.
The older man ran a taxi service in Wanton. It was surprisingly busy considering the town had less than eight thousand people in it. Still, this would likely be the biggest fare he’d ever had.
But Trent didn’t give a shit. He was just grateful that he’d managed to get a flight out of Las Vegas to get back to his girl.
Fuck. What had she been doing in town? He’d told her to rest. And she was supposed to text him before going anywhere.
Not that he’d ever have a reason to object to her going to the corner store. Even knowing how tired she’d looked this morning, he likely wouldn’t have said no.
However, he couldn’t help but think of all the ways he could have stopped this from happening. Running up to the house, he unlocked the door and stepped inside. His foot hit something, and he looked down in surprise at a number of her toys on the floor.
