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“If we don’t get out now, I’ll have your panties off and my face between your legs.”

She almost moaned. “That was mean.” Now, she knew her body wouldn’t relax anytime soon.

Zeke smirked. “Hey, if I have to live in agony, you do, too.”

“Wow. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” He got out and came around her side of the vehicle and helped her out before taking her hand and leading her into the building.

She yelped when Zeke quickly shoved her behind him. She almost asked what he was doing until she heard Fletcher’s father speak.

“I warned you, Kayla,” the man said.

“What the fuck do you want?” Zeke said.

Zeke’s voice sent a chill down her spine. She’d never heard him speak in that deadly tone before.

She slowly took her phone out of her purse and texted Darrell about the situation.

“I want you both gone,” Harold said.

“Gone? As in dead?” Zeke asked.

“It’s the only way.”

“So, you’re a murderer, and for what? Because we made your son sad?” Zeke said snidely.

“Well, yes. I’ve disappointed him too many times before. He hasn’t talked to me in years. I told myself if there were a way to help him, I’d do whatever it took.”

“You’ll go to prison for the rest of your life,” Zeke growled.

“No one knows I’m here. We’ll go out the back and get in your car.”

Kayla peeked around Zeke’s arm to see the gun in the older man’s hand. Zeke pushed her back.

“Jesus, don’t you know there are cameras everywhere? Darrell told me about them.”

The man froze, and his brow puckered. “No, I don’t think so.”

Zeke snorted. “Aren’t you on the city council? Don’t you remember how Darrell fought to get cameras put in around town?”

The man faltered. “Well, it doesn’t matter. I have to help my son.”

“The hell you do, you fucking bastard.”

Kayla looked down the hall to see Fletcher with his gun out and pointed at his father.

“Son, I’m doing this for you.”

“Oh, bullshit. I don’t want them killed. How would that make me happy? I know I’ll never have Kayla, but it would hurt me to see her hurt or worse. Haven’t you had enough of killing, Father?”

Kayla felt Zeke stiffen and placed her hand in the middle of his back.

“Son, we talked about this. It had to be done.”

“You sick fuck,” Fletcher yelled. “There was no reason in the world good enough to kill my mother.”

“Son, she was going to run away with that disgusting man. We would have never lived it down,” Harold said.

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