Page 65 of Reignite

Gray’s Final Battle

“Don’t move, Baker. I will blow her brains out right here before you can even blink.” Foster pressed the gun harder into my scalp. “Time for you to do as I tell you, for once, Angelina. Stand up.”

Gray made the tiniest of head nods indicating I should do as Foster said. God, please let him have a plan. Just in case he didn’t –

“Grayson Baker. I love you.” I was pissed as hell at him for letting me think he was dead. There was a real chance we were going to die right now, and I was not wasting whatever moments we had together.

“Shut up, bitch.”

Either he was going to shoot me now, or not. I had to chance it either way. “I want you to know that in your heart and soul.”

“I said shut up.”

I ignored Foster. Wouldn’t be the first time. “Someday I want you to say it back to me. Not when we’re fucking, not even when we’re making love, and especially not while this hijo de puta is around.”

Gray swallowed and tears glistened in his eyes. He was clenching his jaw so tight and I swear I saw the tiniest shake of his head.

“Enough.” Foster shoved me back toward the glass room keeping his back to the wall and Gray in his line of sight.

Where the hell was that police lady? Foster obviously didn’t know she was here. Come on, element of surprise.

Gray put his hands over his head and slowly rose. “Let her go, Bennett. I’ve got something you want even more.”

How Gray was remaining calm, I couldn’t understand. We were about to die. Dammit. There had to be something we could do to stop Foster again. Somebody needed to shoot him in the face.

“I’m going to torture and kill her while you have to watch and then I’m going to shoot you, first in the knees like I should have years ago and then end you. You have nothing I want.” Foster’s tone was beyond batshit crazy.

“Not even Serena?”

Serena? The woman this whole damn thing had started over?

The woman with the badge stepped out of the shadow of the bar and Foster’s gun moved from me to her to Gray and back to me.

“This is a trick.”

“Hello, Fos.” Her voice was soft, like that of a lover caressing the words for only him.

The color drained from Foster’s face. His shock didn’t last nearly long enough. His eyes went from wide and surprised to angry in a second.

“Come back to fuck with me some more, Serena? Or have you and Baker been shacking up all this time?”

Gray interrupted. “You know we haven’t. Angel is the only woman for me.”

Foster continued to move the gun between Gray and Serena he gripped my arm hard with his other hand. “Of course, you two have always been in on this plot to destroy me. That makes a lot more sense.”

Serena approached very slowly. “Fos, it’s time to end this. Let Angelina go, and you and I can talk.”

I hope by talk she meant go to prison.

“Maybe Angelina and I should have done the same. I’ll enjoy hearing her scream my name when I’m fucking her with every damn plastic cock in this charade of a club. She’ll like that too. She’s mine now.”

He had seriously gone off the deep end, because fuck that.

Gray stepped closer lowering his hands and forgetting their was a madman with a gun. “She is her own woman. I tried my damndest to own her. I’ve been scared of losing her since the day we met. Even knowing all along possessing a women like her would destroy her. No one can own Angelina. Seeing her get over me proved that more than anything.”

What was Gray saying? He didn’t really think I was over him, did he? I know I had a gun inches from my head and we were in dire straights here, but a different kind of feeling bubbled up in my chest.

It was sadness.

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