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Huck removed his gun from the other man’s head.
“If the two of you could refrain from killing each other while I try to get our asses out of this fucking compound, that would be fantastic,” the driver drawled.
The other man looked at me one more time, then shook his head in disgust before turning back around. “This is your ass,” the man said. “Blaise is not gonna be happy.”
No one said anything for several minutes, and it wasn’t lost on me that Huck continued to hold his gun as if he would need it at any moment. I was definitely not out of danger. His hand remained on my back, keeping me low, and I didn’t try to move. My arms cramped, and I was sure my wrists were raw, but I didn’t care. This was better than a bullet in my head.
Huck’s hand wrapped around my arm, and he pulled me up. I cried out as the rope dug deeper into my tender flesh.
“Dammit,” he muttered, and his hands moved to my wrists.
I remained still while he untied me.
“Did you just fucking untie the bitch?” Gage asked.
“Call her a bitch one more time, and I’ll make you mine,” Huck snarled.
“What the hell is wrong with you? I know you got a thing for big tits and fat asses, but, Jesus Christ, did you have to take that one? You could have gone to the damn club tonight and gotten one of the girls there.”
I winced as my arms dropped to my sides.
“The two of you need to calm the fuck down,” the driver said in an annoyed tone.
“He’s the one taking a damn witness alive so he can fuck her,” the other guy said.
I turned, my eyes going wide as I looked at Huck. His eyes met mine, and he sighed, rubbing his temples with his thumb and forefinger.
“God, Gage, what does it take to shut you the hell up?” he asked.
The guy who he had called Gage pointed at me. “Kill the damn witness and drop her on the side of the fucking road.”
I inhaled sharply through my nose.
Gage shrugged when he saw my reaction. As if he was apologizing for something that was inevitable.
“She’s Hayes’s fiancée,” Huck said. “Or was.”
Gage looked as if he’d been slapped. His face paled as he looked at me. It was odd to see a killer with clearly no remorse or mercy turn from hard and ruthless to showing actual emotion. Pain flashed in his amber eyes, and he winced as he closed them a moment.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“I’ll shoot him for you,” the driver said to Huck, then glared at Gage.
They’d all known Hayes. These men, who had just gone into a house and murdered people in cold blood, had all known Hayes. How was this real life?
Huck reached up and untied my gag. When it fell, I sat there silently. Wondering if this meant I was going to get to live or if the man they’d called Blaise was going to kill me. I was afraid to ask.
“Why were you at that house?” Huck asked me.
I lifted my eyes to meet his. “To clean it. To-to-today was my first d-day,” I stammered out.
Huck ran a hand over his face and groaned. “This is an awfully long way from home for you to be cleaning his house.”
I frowned at him, then realized he thought I lived in Alabama. Hayes must not have told him much about me. Perhaps they had been estranged. Seeing as how Hayes was going to be a minister and this man was a murderer, that would make sense.
“My apartment is in Lake City,” I whispered, afraid to incite anger in one of them.
Huck’s frown deepened, but he said nothing.
