Page 210 of The Right Wrong Promise

I don’t mean to scream when he rips it from my hands, hurling it down and stomping the screen, but I can’t help it.

My only connection to the world, obliterated before my eyes.

I suck my bleeding lip, staring at the smashed glass and metal bits.

His gun never flinches, so ready to end my life in a heartbeat. I slump against the floor, shivering and cold.

I look back up at him, replaying his sinister words.

“Part of what? What did I do to you?” I whisper bitterly.

“Don’t play dumb with me. You can’t be that stupid.”

“What… what’s this about? Money? Is that it? Because I have that. If you’ll forget about me and Kane, I can fork over whatever you want. I know about crypto, you can have it in a few hours. Totally anonymously. You can go start over on the other side of the world if you just—”

“No! Fuck you and your money.” Suddenly he’s too close, growling in my face, the barrel of the gun biting my cheek with a freezing sting that makes me jump. “I know this is news to a spoiled brat like you, but there’s more to life than the billions you’ve robbed from everyone else. You’re just likehim.”

His voice drips hate.

I don’t need to ask.

I don’t dare answer.

I just hold myself as still as I can, willing myself to become a disembodied lump of clay, no different from the little shoes abandoned on the worktable.

When one wrong move could leave you dead, sometimes it’s best not to play at all.

Lee pulls back with a vicious smirk. His face looks like a mask on a mannequin, no one and nothing behind those cruel grey eyes.

I’m just a messy complication to him. Not a sworn enemy.

Just a nuisance he didn’t plan for.

He isn’t even enjoying my horror. He’s sizing me up, calculating how fast he can dispose of me so he can get back to the real mission.

“No wonder you wound up with Kane Saint,” he grinds out.

“We’re not—” I stop because there’s no point in lying. “What does it matter? Why is that so awful?”

“Why do you think, princess?”

Oh my God, Kane.

Kane.

I start shivering. He knows I’m in trouble. The cops might be on their way right now, but between the storm and the madman pointing a gun at my head…

Does it matter?

I swallow more blood reluctantly.

This place is so deep in the ground the walls are probably soundproof. No way anyone hears anything, if I’m still alive by the time they—

Shit.

Shit!

I need to think fast. Delay him from pulling that trigger.