Page 104 of Fatal Attraction

I didn’t give the mother fucker time to get a good look at me before I charged, kicking the bastard hard enough in the chest to send him flyingin a backwards somersault across the floor, his back smacking hard against the concrete wall.

I was on him in an instant, pummeling him with my gloved right fist until my knuckles were busted under the leather. He groaned miserably, but it was the only sound he made before his head bashing furiously against the wall forced him into silence.

“That’s for Delilah Fields.”

I hit him again, and his head knocked back, but I grabbed it and then inflicted a lethal knee under his chin which sent his body collapsing to the floor.

“That’s for Amber and Daniel Strickland.”

I kicked him in the stomach, twice. “That’s for killing Blaire and for fucking framing me.”

He remained on the floor, mute and immobile, and in a burst of fury, I marched over to his bed and snatched off the sheets, rolling and forming them into a noose.

A glance at my watch told me I didn’t have much time left—just a little over a minute—so as fast as fucking possible, I wrapped the noose tightly around his jugular and then quickly extended the rest of the fabric, pulling it through bars above the only window in the room. He was already choking well before his body was yanked up and held firmly against the wall.

“And this, you sick fuck,” I growled as I finished tying the knot at the shortest possible end. “This is for Charlotte and Kate.”

I stepped back and watched as the bastard choked, far too weak for his arms to reach up and grab the noose. I didn’t move again until finally, the last bit of fight he had left in him vanished.

“Rot in Hell, mother fucker.”

A warning beep from my watch let me know I had one minute left to clear the building before the emergency lockdown was initiated, so I opened the door, slamming it closed as I ran for it, straightdown the hall. I could see the prison guard in a panic, one hand waving frantically at me to hurry while his eyes were padlocked on the computer.

I rushed by him with barely thirty seconds left on the clock and didn’t stop running until I’d dashed out of the emergency exit and made it safely to my car, burning rubber out of the parking lot with a wicked grin spread across my face.

Epilogue: Part 2

Charlotte

Iblew out a breath, smoothing my hands down my black dress and adjusting the curls on my hair. After double checking my makeup and teeth, I glanced down at my massively swollen belly and rubbed it with a tired sigh.

“Okay, little ones,” I whispered to my reflection. “Wish mommy luck in court. I’m going to need it.”

My stomach oddly growled in response, and I couldn’t help but laugh even though I was a jittering ball of nerves. “Are you hungry? Fine. I’ll eat something before we go. Besides, your daddies will yell at me if I don’t.”

I walked out of the bathroom and down the staircase, finding Spike and Phoenix waiting for me in matching black suits. “You look beautiful,” Phoenix said as he pulled me close and kissed my deeply, one hand drifting up to stroke my cheek.

“Thank you.”

“I have something for you.” Spike sprung for the kitchen, grabbing a packaged edible arrangement off the counter and planting it on the island. “I want you to eat some of it before we leave.”

My heart swelled, and thanks to all these goddamn hormones, tears filled my eyes. “Thank you. The babies are hungry.”

“How is little Rocky doing this morning?” he asked as he began unwrapping the arrangement.

Phoenix started laughing when I blinked and quirked an eyebrow at Spike. “Rocky?"

We’d gotten the gender results back months ago and to all three of our astonishments, I was having a baby boy and a baby girl. Then when the DNA results verified the boy was Spike’s and the girl belonged to Phoenix, Spike had been spurting out random names at me ever since. So far, I’d yet to hear one I actually agreed with.

“What?” he said with a frown. “You don’t like Rocky?”

“Unless you’re planning on a raising a professional boxer, I’ll have to pass.” I waddled inside the kitchen and tried to pluck a piece of fruit from the basket, but Spike popped my hand and then offered me a wink when I shot him a glare, knowing he knew better than to mess with a hungry pregnant woman.

“Let me wash it off first. Sit down and I’ll make you a bowl with some whipped cream on the side.”

“Make it fast,” Phoenix prompted as he pulled out his phone, checking the time. “We have to be at the courthouse in—” His words fell silent, and as I stared back at him, he was gaping down at his phone, puzzled.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, which made Spike halt and turn, the sink water still running.

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