Page 79 of Oh, Hell No

I wiped at my mouth and ducked my head to get away from his hand, then backed up, stumbling in the process. “What is wrong with you? I said I was in a relationship, and I didn’t want you!” I shouted.

“We have history,” he said, patting his chest. “A connection. One that whatever new thing you got with someone else can’t touch.”

I backed away some more. “You need to leave. If you don’t, I am going to call the cops,” I informed him.

He started to say something, but the sound of a key in the lock caught my attention, and then the door swung open. Oz came stalking inside the room. He looked at Alec, and then his gaze swung to mine. There was a wild gleam in them. His attentionback on Alec, he continued toward him.

Alec smiled at him. “Hey, man. I’m a fr—” He froze as the barrel of a pistol was pressed to his forehead.

I felt like all the blood had drained from my body in an instant.

“Whoa, man.” Alec’s voice wavered. “No need for guns.”

“You put your hands and mouth on what is mine.”

A cold shiver ran down my spine as I stood there, unable to move or speak. Too many things were ticking off in my head. All at once.

“Uh, Winzy, little help here.” Alec’s words gave away his fear.

“YOU DON’T TALK TO HER!” Oz roared as he shoved him back with the gun he had on his head and followed him.

The rage in his tone was like nothing I’d ever heard. I moved then. He couldn’t kill Alec.

“Oz.” I said his name firmly.

His jaw was jutted out, and I saw it work as he ground his teeth.

“Please, Oz. Put the gun down. Let him leave. That was what he was doing when you arrived. I told him I was in a relationship.”

“And he wouldn’t fucking listen.” Oz seethed. “He wasn’t leaving.”

Oz shoved the barrel harder against his head, and Alec backed up again.

“Were you? You wouldn’t fucking listen to her.”

How do you know this, Oz?

I was afraid to know the answer. But that was for later. Right now, I had to keep Oz from committing murder in my apartment.

“Listen, man. People will notice I’m missing. I’m famous. I play for the Saints. You know football?”

A sadistic-sounding laugh came from Oz as he tilted his head, snarling at Alec.

“You’re not famous,” he replied. “Your rushing yards are fucking shit, and that college record you had for receptions hastanked.”

“Oz, please.”

He still didn’t look at me.

“Perry is in prison. I won’t be able to handle you being in there too.”

Just like I’d suspected, the tension in his shoulders eased some, and he glanced at me. “Darlin’,” he drawled, “I won’t go to prison. The family won’t let that happen.”

“Wh-what family?” Alec asked, stammering.

I ignored him, but Oz didn’t.

He turned his attention back to Alec. “Mine,” he replied. He pushed him back further with the gun.

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