Page 11 of Widow

“If you keep me locked in this refrigerator, then you’ll be a murderer. Once it's sealed, it will only have about one to two hours of air supply left inside. Do you really want to live with that on your conscience? Killing a harmless woman on Christmas Eve?”

“Christmas,” he bit out. I narrowed my eyes at him in question. “It’s past midnight.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I have a shift tomorrow at the hospital.” Logic told me to trust them and not argue, but I had already lost so much control of myself.

Lou stared at me blankly and I felt a blush creep up to my cheeks. I didn't want a strange man in my house, but it didn't seem I had a choice. What could I do, call the police?

I looked down at my feet and kicked at a shrimp. My clothes and shoes would be going in the dumpster anyways. I always got rid of them after a spider incident.

Ric stepped into the refrigerator and grabbed a bag of lemons off the shelf. “Can I take these with me?”

Kai let out a puff of air and rolled his eyes. “Sure, help yourself to whatever you want in my restaurant. What’s mine is yours.”

They finally moved out of the way so I could get out of the refrigerator. I was going to need to take a nice long hot shower to get the chill out of my bones. It could’ve been worse; they could’ve killed me.

I guessed the man and the monkey were coming home with me.

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