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CHAPTER 38

Gloria

“Tell them you’re a thief!” the voice thundered. “I can prove it with your hair sample. I have the DNA report!”

The crowd gasped. On the stage was the pink-eyed monster. Boris Borofsky! One hand was clenching the neck of my beloved Kevin and the other was wielding an enormous gun. My heart dropped to my stomach as my mind raced.

“Tell everyone, Gloria, that you stole from me to get to the top, or I’ll shoot the brains out of your fag cohort.”

“Glorious, don’t say anything,” begged Kevin, his voice strangled. “He’s going to kill us anyway.”

“Shut up!” To my horror, Boris fired a random shot into the crowd. All hell broke loose. Amidst cries for security, panicked attendees clambered over each other to get to the exit doors. Everything was a blur. Where was Jaime? My eyes shifted back to the hostage situation facing me. Pale as a ghost, Kevin didn’t flinch or let go of my gaze. I was paralyzed with fear. I knew if I dared to make a move, Kevin’s life would be over. Think, Gloria! Think!

My eyes met Boris’s straight on. Maybe I could negotiate with him. “Let go of him,” I pleaded. “I paid you back the money. I’ll give you more if you want. Name your price.”

The hideously scarred Russian snarled at me. Madness flickered in his quartz eyes. “Fuck you, Gloria. Nobody steals from Boris Borofsky.”

The words that had haunted me my entire adult life!

I watched helplessly with horror as the mad Russian put his gun to Kevin’s jaw. His stumpy forefinger finger curled around the trigger. Kevin’s eyes froze wide open. Not a single blink.

“So, pretty boy, how vould you like two bullet holes in your cherubic cheeks. Just like the vuns you gave me?”

My poor trapped Kevin was now shaking like a leaf.

The grotesque madman roared with laughter. “Don’t vorry. I’m going to spare you the pain of having to look every day of your life at the scars left behind. Of people staring at you. Laughing at you. Or of frightened children running away because they think you’re a monster!”

Terror filled every crevice of my being as Boris pulled back the trigger. CLICK!

“Dasvidania, pedik!”

“Noooooo!” I cried out.

“RUN, Gloria!” Another voice!

Oh my God! Jaime! With the leap of a superhero, he flew through the air and pounced upon Boris and Kevin, knocking them both to the floor. Frozen with shock, I couldn’t get my feet to move.

“Run, Gloria!” he yelled again as he wrestled with Boris. Kevin was pinned unconscious under the weight of the Russian’s body. The gun, to my horror, went back and forth between the two men. My heart was in my throat, beating a thousand miles a minute.

Sirens blared outside. The battle between Jaime and Boris raged on—with the two men punching, writhing, rolling, banging, cursing, panting—until Boris had the upper hand and the gun. Pinning Jaime to the floor with his brick house body, he pressed the barrel of the gun against Jaime’s sweat-laced forehead.

“One move, asshole, and I shoot her first instead,” growled Boris.

My beautiful god’s denim eyes locked onto mine, filled with desperation and despair. “I love you, Gloria,” he mouthed. “Good-bye.”

Jaime’s heart-wrenching words seeped into my veins like an elixir. Lustful rage consumed me. I wasn’t ready for any good-byes. With an explosive grunt, I hurled my award, the solid golden rose, at Boris. With a loud thunk, it struck him in the head. I couldn’t believe my luck! Go, girl power! He roared with pain as his gun went flying. While he rubbed the back of his cracked scalp, I raced across the stage and scrambled for the weapon. The madman staggered toward me, breathing heavily with blood pouring down his neck. Gripping the heavy weapon with both hands, I aimed it at his heart. I was shaking all over.

“Don’t move another step!” My voice quivered. The gun shook in my hand.

“You cunt!” growled the madman taking two steps closer. He was so close I could feel his fetid breath on my cheeks. He reached for the gun. I squeezed it tighter. My torn up finger throbbed.

“Give it back, suka. It belongs to me.” Nobody steals from Boris Borofosky.

“Fuck you, Boris Borofsky!” It was time to end the nightmare. To bury this monster with my secret. I curled my finger around the trigger and pulled it back.

“GLORIA!” yelled Jaime at the top of his lungs.

Boris thrust himself upon me.

At the sound of a deafening explosion, a blinding white light scorched through me. I felt my knees buckle. I hit the floor hard. A rush of pain. And then everything faded to black.

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