Page 99 of Single Mom's Mountain Men
"Is that Uncle Charlie?"
"Yes." I let them down so they can run to him, and Charlie picks them, kissing each on the cheek.
As we walk out, my earpiece alerts me that Lloyd is calling.
"Lloyd."
"We fucked up," His voice is frantic. "It's not him."
"What? What do you mean?"
"I sent Jags in to pretend to order a drink and check the place out for any more escape routes. He just confirmed that it's not Keegan in that store. It looks like him and with the hat and suspicious behavior we thought it was but no. He sent a decoy."
I instantly share a look with Charlie who likely heard the entire conversation through his earpiece.
"You take them," I say. "I'll speed back home."
Charlie nods and I run for my bike.
I try to call Wes on the way home, but there's no answer. Patty isn't answering her phone either, and I feel sick to my stomach with worry.
Please let them be okay. Please.
CHAPTER 35
Patty
Iswallow and watch Keegan move slowly to close the door behind him. He keeps his gun pointed at my abdomen.
"You know Patty-cake," he croons. "I gave you a chance here. I told you to play by my rules or you would get hurt. But you just couldn't do it could you?"
"You would have killed me anyway."
He shrugs. "Maybe. But then again maybe not. I loved you, you know? Even after finding out how much you betrayed me, I still loved you. It's why I escaped from jail. Lottie said he could only buy me a few days before the media got hold of my escape. I was supposed to use it to get out of the country, but I couldn't leave without you, Patty. I wanted us to run away together with some fake passports, but you couldn't even give me that."
I swallow. Despite the genuine hurt in his tone, I don't feel at all guilty for anything I did. Keegan is a piece of shit and deserves to rot in jail. And as long as my daughters are safe, I don't care what happens to me.
I'm glad I was able to have those weeks of happiness with my men. At least, life gave me that.
"So now, I guess we can finally be together. Maybe, the only way we can do that is in death."
My breath catches.
If anyone had asked me if my boyfriend was the murder-suicide type, I would have told them no. Keegan is way too selfish and materialistic for that. But he doesn't even seem like himself. There's a piece of madness glowing in his eyes now that wasn't there before.
He's going to shoot me and them himself.
A strange calm settles over me. I close my eyes waiting for it.
But the shot never comes. Instead, a loud bark followed by a bang that ricochets through the room then Keegan bellows.
When I open my eyes, the door is wide open and Keegan is on the floor with a furious Wes above him, kicking the shit out of him. Wiley, apparently having done his job, is happy to sit back and watch.
"The next time you try to knock me out you bastard, you better make sure I'm out cold!" Wes shouts.
Keegan reaches for the gun, but Wes kicks it out of his hold.
"You like beating on women huh," he spits, looking more furious than I've ever seen. "Get up then. Beat on me. Let's see how you do in a fair fight."
