Page 117 of Flame
Bianca must keep him in that position because he doesn’t move.
“You have thirty seconds to get on the phone before I tell Dougie to have a little fun with your mom.”
“You wouldn’t,” she says. This time, I hear a wobble in her voice—a sign she’s growing more uncomfortable.
“Oh, Bianca.You know I would.”
It’s then that I hear Rory’s cries muffled through a speakerphone.
This bastard is one sick fuck. His own wife. His own daughter.
God, I just want to get my hands on him.
Reid takes a step back, perilously close to the top of the steps. I spring forward, taking the steps a few at a time. My hand is on Reid’s gun as I tackle him from behind.
The gun goes off.
Bianca screams.
Reid groans as he smashes against the floor.
I have him pinned beneath me, facing me. I quickly get a knee in the middle of his chest and feed him punch after punch.I want to kill him.
Bianca backs up until she’s at the couch. In the distance, through the phone, it sounds like Jason scuffles with the hitman.
“Call the police, Bianca,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Are you good, B?” Jason shouts.
I glance at her quickly. Tears stream down her cheeks. She looks at me like I hung the moon.
“I’m fine, Jase. How is Mom?”
“I’m fine, Bianca. Are you okay?”
Bianca smiles through her tears. “I’m fine.”
Sirens ring through the distance, getting louder as they grow closer. Reid has blood trickling from his nose and lips from my fists and elbows. His weapon is secured across the room. The look on his bloodied and swollen face is nothing other than utter disdain and hatred.
“The feeling is mutual, motherfucker. You’re lucky I don’t kill you,” I say.
“Do it.”
I smile menacingly. “Your daughter doesn’t deserve to see that. Besides, I bet you’ll enjoy prison.”
“What happens now?” Bianca asks, holding her arms over her stomach.
“They’ll take this motherfucker to jail. You’ll have to give a statement. And I’ll be right there beside you.” I smile at her. “I’m so proud of you. You did one hell of a job, sweetheart.”
She smiles, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand.
The garage door flies open, and footsteps pound against the floor. Banks and Jess stop in the doorway, trying to make sense of the situation.
“What the fuck is happening here?” Jess asks.
“Long story, but this is Reid Brewer. He’s Bianca’s father.”
Banks eyes him. “Nice to meet you.”
