Page 42 of Keeping Her Under

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

Just as my memories start to become unbearable, Asher’s hand lands on mine. His presence grounds me. Looking into my eyes, he takes the remote out of my hand so I don’t accidentally shock Doty, then passes me his phone.

“Record them for me,” he says. Then he lowers his voice so only I can hear him. “Stay here, and do not move or make a sound. It’s almost Go Time.”

He shows me his phone. There’s a text with an update on Lance’s location; he’s heading back. He’s only a few blocks away.

I like how even when I lost control in the middle of it, Asher still picked up on my play. He got the two where I wanted them – fucking each other in Lance’s bed. Shaking my head, I hand him back his phone.

I want to do it.

Shrugging, he slips the remote into his pocket, then takes his cell. As he goes back to recording the two lovebirds, I walk over to the dresser and pull open the top drawer. Sifting through it quickly, I grab a matching set of red lace, then shove both pieces into my pocket.

As I head towards the living room, Asher hands me his pistol. Three feet away from the front door, I pull out the lacy red bra and drop it onto the floor. Crouching down, I lay the gun between it and the path to the bedroom. Next, the panties are left right outside the doorway.

When I step back into the bedroom, Asher hands me a needle filled with a sedative, taken from his bag. Given he’s on the left side of the door, I move to the right. He shows me his phone with the latest update. Lance is nearly home.

“Come on. Make some noise,” Asher says, and the two of them start to grunt and moan. “Louder!”

She fakes it like a pro.

One moan after another.

They’re too consumed by their own fear to hear the car pulling up outside. But I hear every noise and play it out inside my head. The door is shoved open, scuffing against the lino. Lance is already pissed, suspicious of the car in his drive. The door never swings shut. He’s too angry to think about it, having seen the red bra I’ve left for him to find. He hears the moans coming from his bedroom. Heavy footsteps proceed the scuff of a gun being picked up off the floor.

My heart races as I count down the seconds it’ll take him to reach the bedroom.

Three…

Two...

“You fucking whore! In my own bed!” he shouts as he charges into the room. Blinded by his rage, he doesn’t see me or Asher. All of his focus is on the man who’s balls deep in his girl.

Doty turns around in a panic.

Lance shoots him in the face. As Doty collapses to the floor, Lance walks forward, firing off shot after shot. A few of them slam into the floor.

The woman is screaming and scrambling back on the bed, trying to yank her pants up. “Lance!”

“You fucking whore!” He turns the gun on her.

“Wait!”

He shoots her in her chest.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!