Page 26 of Lost in Her
“I will say you have some balls on you, Ethan” Tristan states with a grin.I can’t wait to wipe that fucking smile off his face.
I take a small step toward him, keeping my gun pointed right at his head.
“You have no idea.But you are about to find out,” I state calmly, even though my heart is beating so fast I can hear it is my ears.This must be done.This message needs to be sent if I want to keep my family safe.If I want to keep Jenn safe.This fucking has to be done.
This is the only way I can make sure Tristan knows I will not give into his demand.He will never have Jenn.He will have to fucking kill me.
“If you are here, I can guess she is, too” Tristan states with amusement, looking at the open door behind me.I can see the hope in his eyes.The hope that I am about to fucking shatter into a million pieces.He is a dumb prick if he actually believes I would bring her to him.He doesn’t know me at all.Or he’s just fucking stupid.
I slowly shake my head.“Nope, it’s just me,” I say with amusement.
“That was a stupid choice, Ethan.I thought you were smarter than this.”
“What the fuck are you doing in my studio?”Gael finally speaks, taking my attention away from Tristan.I move my gun in his direction now pointing it at his head.seeing him up close makes me sick.Knowing what he has done to Jenn.Knowing that this fucking prick has caused her so much pain for his own gain.
I feel my blood boiling as I keep my hand steady, tightening the grip on my gun.“You sold your daughter,” I state softly, a lot softer than I thought I would.
“It’s none of your fucking business what I do with my daughter,” Gael snaps back, the rage in his eyes growing with every second.But for the first time in his fucked-up life he is not the one in control.He has no power over me.This is not going to go his way.His life is now in my fucking hands.And I can tell he wants to snap my neck.
But he won’t.He isn’t that stupid.
I take another step forward keeping my gun pointed at his head.“That is where you are wrong.It is my business,” I whisper, feeling the rage in my voice as I look into the eyes of the man who sold the love my life, the man who doesn’t care what happens to his daughter as long as he fucking gets paid.
“What do you want?”Gael asks.
“I want you to let Jennifer be free.”It is all I want—her to be free from them, to be able to choose for herself what kind of life she wants to live.
Tristan laughs.Her father chuckles at me, both not taking my words seriously.Fine, they want to play, I’ll play.I look over at the first guy I see and point my gun at his face.
I turn back and look into Gael’s eyes.“Let her be free.”
“No.”I can see in his eyes Gael is testing me, not believing I will pull the trigger.He doesn’t fucking know shit.He doesn’t realize the monster is now unleashed inside me.These men.Him.Tristan.None of them mean shit to me.They are just a means to an end.
I pull the trigger and hear the body fall.Gael’s eyes go wide but he doesn’t say anything.
I look over at the next guy and point my gun at his head and turn back and look at Gael again.At the end of this my point will be made.They will learn I am not playing around.I don’t care who I need to fucking kill to make it to where Jenn will be free.
I will burn this whole damn town to the ground to make sure she is safe from these fuckers, to make sure that she no longer has to be afraid.She has never had anyone to stand up for her, to fucking fight for her.Well, that changes now.
I will always fight for her.I will always be here to make sure she has solid ground to stand on.Strong arms to hold her.A listening ear to hear her fears.A warm bed to lay her head.Food in her stomach.I will be whatever she needs me to fucking be.And right now, she needs me to be the one to stand up and say enough is enough.
I will burn this building the ground to make sure no one will ever suffer inside these walls again.
“Let her be free.”I look directly into Gael’s wide eyes.
“No,” Tristan answers for him.I pull the trigger and hear the body fall to the ground.
“You motherfucker,” Gael screams as he takes a step toward me.I stay planted where I am and slowly point the gun at his head.I take a small step forward.The gun touches his forehead, but he doesn’t try and move back.
“She will never belong to you.She is mine.I own her.I sold her,” he says calmly as he lowers his hands to his sides.The fear is still in his eyes, so much fucking fear.But even now with me standing here in front of him, two of his men dead, he still will stick to his irrational beliefs about his daughter.
I feel my heart racing, my blood boiling at his words.
“Ethan,” Shawn states softly.But I don’t look at him.I don’t fucking move.I keep my gun against Gael’s forehead and look into his eyes.He has no guilt or shame or remorse for what he has done to her.And she will not be safe as long as he is alive.He will not let her go.He will never fucking stop torturing her.
“Wrong answer, prick” I state as I pull the trigger.His blood hits my face as his body falls to the ground.I turn and look at Tristan.He is looking down at Gael’s lifeless body.He takes a deep breath as I turn my gun on him.
He slowly looks up at me.His eyes are calm but filled with rage.There is blood on the side of his face and on his clothes.But he doesn’t try and wipe it away.The rage and confusion take over his face.
