Page 37 of Save Me

“He’s right, you know. I could make you a lot of money,” she lied, grasping at the last straw in sight. “Eric loves Vegas. I can just tell him I want to live here and he’ll move back, no questions asked. I can even expand your client list through the people I’ll meet being with him. He knows a lot of rich people. Some of them must like to party.”

Her mouth tasted faintly of bile and she wondered if the lie had sounded as weak to them as it had in her ears.

“I’m going to go,” Juliet said. Her voice sounded as if it was coming from a million miles away. “Text me when it’s over.”

The tears did fall then, but Andie clamped her lips shut, and refused to make a sound.

“Are you sure?” the man asked her. “I know some people that would pay a lot of money for a piece of ass like this.”

“No. Her husband would never stop looking for her and he’s connected to the McLachlans. We can’t risk it. Make sure not to leave a mark. That means no fucking her or they’ll know something else went down. I’m going to write the note now. I know her handwriting well enough.”

Andie closed her eyes against the rising tide of nausea threatening to spill over.

I should never have left the hotel.How was Eric going to feel? His new bride was going to be found dead two days into their marriage.

Don’t believe any lies Juliet writes, she prayed silently, hoping there was some way he could hear her.

He will know the truth, she decided, calming slightly. No matter what happened, what the note said, he would know it was all a lie. He had to.

Legs appeared in front of her. She didn’t look up to thug number two, but she didn’t have to. He thrust a glass of something in her face. It smelled like vodka, but it had a distinctive purple tinge to it.

“Fucking waste,” he mumbled under his breath before shaking the glass at her. “Drink this,” he said in a louder voice.

“No,” she whispered. Andie wasn’t going to help them make this appear like an accident or suicide. He was going to have to shoot her.

“I said drink bitch.”

She shook her head. Shuddering all over, she gasped involuntarily when the cold barrel of the gun pressed against her forehead.

“Drink.”

“No.”

The asshole swore long and viciously, but she ignored him.

Andie put her hands around her knees and hugged them tight. Then she squeezed her eyes shut, and waited for the bullet that would end her life.

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