Page 33 of Corrupted By the Shadow King (Hope Runs Deep #3)
Kevin
W hy isn’t he picking up? I’ve tried to call my partner more than once, but all I get is voicemail or text messages that are going unanswered.
I need to know what to do with Erin. He is the one who wanted her, not me.
If I had my druthers, I would have left her in that garage, but since I was told to take both of them, I did.
I throw my phone onto the bed in the master bedroom and scream.
I’m frustrated, and I can feel that urge to kill growing inside me.
Oh, I would never touch one hair on Nikki’s head; we were destined to be together, but I cannot say the same thing about Erin.
I’d love to run a blade across her skin, watch the blood pool on the surface before the surface tension breaks, and it runs down whatever appendage I decide to work on first.
Before I do that, I need to know what the plan for her is. Then again, I can hurt her without killing her. Surely, that would be all right, wouldn’t it?
I could make Nikki watch, see the fear in her eyes fade as I reassure her that I would never do the same thing to her. No, I love her and will do anything for her. Well, anything except allowing her to return to that murderous asshole, Alex. She deserves better. She deserves more.
A sound outside the window makes my heart pound harder. Who the hell would be here? No one knows about it. No one is supposed to be here. Could it be some punk kids who are trespassing because they think the house is empty? Well, I have news for them.
Grabbing my phone and my gun, I grin as I quietly make my way down the hall to the living room.
Carefully, I approach one of the windows and peer out the gap in the dusty pink curtains.
No one, but I know I heard something. Could that Mexican bastard have tracked me down?
No, not possible, but to be safe, I go out to the garage.
The big door is shut, and the hidden door is still closed.
Even if someone did manage to find this place, those girls are in a safe place.
The room is soundproofed, and there is no way anyone will be able to figure out where they are.
After making sure they are secure, I return to the house and this time peek out the window in the dining room. Something glints in the sunlight. What is that?
I move to another window to get a better angle, trying to avoid the windows that don’t have curtains or have blinds that are tattered, torn, and bent. I still can’t make it out.
“If you want to know what you are looking at, it is a long rifle with its sites trained on you.” I know that voice. Fucking Alex.
“Have at it, but you won’t find Nikki,” I say, smiling.
“We’ll find her, but this will be a lot easier on you if you tell me where she and Erin are.”
Someone grabs me by the neck and slams my head against the large wooden table. “Where the fuck is my sister?”
Squinting, I try to see who is holding me hostage, but I don’t recognize him. “Nikki’s brother? I thought she only had a sister.”
“Erin!” another man yells.
I snort and laugh. “With Nikki.”
The cold barrel of a gun is pressed against my head, right between my eyes. “Where the fuck are they?” Alex snarls. He is close to losing control.
If I slowly move my hands, I think I can reach my gun, and while I might lose my life, I would be able to kill the man who defiled the woman meant only for me. Nikki is and has always been mine.
“Are you looking for this?” Alex lifts his hand, and dangling on one finger is my weapon.
“Do me a favor and shoot yourself with it. You don’t deserve her.”
“And you do?”
“We were made for each other! It was written in the stars, but you came and brainwashed her!”
It all happened rather quickly. I push the guy holding me down and Alex, taking them both by surprise, and grab the gun from the guy behind me. I twist around, aiming at Alex, and hear the sound of a gun being fired.