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“I’m driving,” Lyric declares, pushing me into Matty’s arms as he takes off into the parking lot.
Blinking, I look out and see several buses leaving, along with stragglers watching us with curiosity. They are probably wondering why the police are standing to the side.
I don’t even care.
“Where—” I start to speak, my voice shaky.
“Let’s go. We’ll explain in the car,” Matty says, gripping my side and guiding me to the parking lot, where Lyric pulls around, his tires squealing.
It’s the same car that damn near hit me months ago.
The irony isn’t lost on me.
“Desmond,” Matty calls as he opens the backdoor.
“On it,” Desmond replies, reaching for me and guiding me into the car.
The backseat is cramped, but I don’t care as long as it gets me to my destination—Milo.
As Matty slides into the front passenger seat, Desmond slams the door shut, and Lyric revs the engine. He glances at me through the rearview mirror.
My Lyric is gone, and in his place is the terrifying man I need right now—the man trained by a serial killer.
Desmond slides in beside me, barely shutting the door before Lyric peels out. Leaning over me, he buckles me in, grips my chin, and turns me toward him. His touch is gentle, his eyes filled with concern.
“I’m okay,” I whisper.
“Don’t lie to me, kitten,” he says, leaning in and brushing his lips across mine. “I need to know how far you’re willing to go.”
The silence in the car is deafening.
I can’t show him what’s in my head, I have to use my words. “Kill them all.” I inhale slowly, then exhale, and Desmond breathes me in.
“Good girl,” he responds, his voice a dark recipe for disaster, and I revel in his retribution. “Lyric.”
“Under the seat,” Lyric replies, his eyes briefly glancing to the backseat.
As he drives like a lunatic, Desmond reaches under Lyric’s seat and retrieves a small shoebox, placing it on the seat between us.
“Open it,” he encourages me.
With nothing else to do as Lyric drives and Matty directs where to go, I reach out with shaking fingertips to lift the lid off the box. Inside are two holsters. I’ve never worn a holster before, so I’m not entirely sure where they go, but I’ll damn well find out.
“Do these have guns that go with them?” I ask Desmond, hope in my eyes.
Lyric chuckles from the front seat. “I knew she was perfect for us.”
Turning in his seat, Matty hands me a gun case. I don’t know what it is about that gun case, but seeing it sends a pulse of relief through me.
Desmond takes it from Matty’s hands, placing it on the floor.
“Will you help me put these on?” I shrug my jacket off and toss it on the ground. I’m dressed in jeans, boots for the farm show, and a simple black T-shirt.
Desmond pulls out the first one. “This one goes around your chest.”
I don’t dare unbuckle my seat belt as Lyric speeds onto an expressway. Instead, I push it to the side. Desmond leans in, drawing the holster over my head. “Arms in,” he whispers. I put my arms through the loops as he shows me how it goes on, how to adjust it, and how to unlock my gun.
“I want to see her in nothing but that and a lacy bra and panty set,” Lyric rumbles from the front. “Maybe splattered in blood.”
