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Marcus pulled his phone out of his pocket, but Ford interrupted him. "No, you don't. Bobby Ray is mine!"
"He's the reason my drugs were stolen."
Ford removed his arm from around her shoulders, and she immediately felt the loss of his strength. "I can trump that. He's the reason my parents are dead."
The two men stared at each other for a long time—so long her heart began racing, her palms dampened and the hairs on the back of her neck rose. Ford could look scary, just like he did right now, but Marcus could rival that scary. His eyes almost as black as Ford’s, his short, cropped dark hair and devilish looking goatee coming to a point looked positively evil.
Swallowing, she thought she'd try to change the standoff. "Um. Please. Can we just go?"
Waylon twisted his body. "You can't leave me here with him, he'll kill me."
So sick of his whining and bullshit, she’d had enough. "I'd like to kill you myself, right now.” Stepping forward toward him she pointed to her chest. "You could have gotten me in a lot of trouble, Waylon. This ..." She pointed at Marcus. "… man was harassing me. He snuck into this house and put a tracking device on my fucking phone. I had drugs here; the cops could have searched my house and found them. I don't care what happens to you."
She kicked him again for good measure. Scared. Mad. Fed up. And a little nauseous, all she wanted was to get out of here and soon. Before she and Ford were killed too. She didn't doubt he'd do what he could to protect her, but she didn't want him stepping in front of a bullet for her. "Ford, can we just go?"
He was still staring at Marcus, both of them relentless in their determination. "Tell you what," Marcus began. "You can leave here. Stephano said you two had an agreement. I keep Waylon and the drugs, and you go get Bobby Ray. We don't really give a shit about him. You never saw me here. You don't know a damned thing."
Ford's jaw clenched several times, and she was worried he'd say no. "You leave Megan alone."
A creepy smirk slid across Marcus' face, then a beat later, a slight incline of his head. Hopefully, that was a yes.
Softly, she wrapped her fingers around the crook of his arm at the elbow and tugged. "Please, Ford. Let's go."
Almost imperceptible, he nodded and stepped back but kept his gun leveled on Marcus. "Megan, go to the front door."
"Ford."
"Go, I'm right behind you, but I'm not turning my back on this asshole."
Marcus smiled. Or sneered. It was hard to tell.
She glanced quickly at Waylon, probably the last time she'd see him. He would either go to jail, or ... well, she wouldn't think of the other. Nothing she'd be able to do about it now. he'd basically dug his own grave.
Slowly, she edged the kitchen, kind of afraid to turn her back on Marcus too. "Don't leave me here," Waylon hollered.
She kept backing away, trying not to touch the walls. Once she moved into the living room, she ran back to her bedroom and grabbed the bag she'd packed. As she exited the bedroom, Ford had backed into the living room, and she quickly opened the door and stepped outside. Taking a deep breath of clean air, she kept her feet moving to the edge of her yard. Sirens came into her hearing range, and she hoped they were on their way here. Ford caught up with her and steered her in the opposite direction, down the street. She looked up and saw his truck several houses down the street.
"Get cops to The Bullseye, Bobby Ray is there. A full search if you can't see him readily."
A brief glance showed her he was on his phone again, probably with Rory. Maybe this whole nightmare would be over. Finally. Doubtful she'd ever feel safe anywhere again, but she was looking forward to not seeing Marcus at every turn. Hopefully.
Her knees felt like rubber, and she worried they'd buckle before they reached Ford's truck. As if he could read her thoughts, he picked her up as if she were a feather and carried her the rest of the way. Looking up into his face, all she saw was determination.
Reaching the truck, he fished for his keys without setting her down, popped the locks, opened the door, and gently set her inside. "Buckle up," was all he said as he raced around the truck to the driver's side. That's when she heard a gunshot ring out.
Chapter36
It was almost over. He'd be able to rest easier now knowing Bobby Ray was brought to justice. No way in hell Bobby would ever have a moment's peace again, and there was no way he'd ever be able to escape again. Security would damned near be up his ass.
A shot rang out just as he opened the driver's door. He paused, then quickly jumped into the truck. As he turned the key in the ignition, he turned to look at Megan. She sat staring at her house, no readable emotion on her face. She sat stock still as if she were waiting for someone to walk out of the front door. "Hey. You okay?"
Turning her stunning face to his, a soft smile shaped her lips. "I'm fine. We should go."
"Meg. That was probably ..."
"I know."
Nodding, he put the truck in gear and headed over to The Bullseye, hoping to see it swarming with cops.
