Page 107 of The Marriage Deal
“Kill you. Painfully, most likely. Trish never liked you. Dillion liked you too much, so he’ll probably want a round or two with you before Trish and Melody have their fun.”
“Your sister?”
He shakes his head on another laugh. “Mywife. Jesus, you really are stupid.”
Her hands tighten on the steering wheel. But she whispers, “You’re sick. All of you.”
“Yeah, well, we’re sick and rich.”
“And what now? What are you going to do now?”
“Why should I tell you?”
“Why not? You’re going to kill me, as you’ve so eloquently stated.”
“You know, for a stupid girl you talk like a smart bitch.” He leans just a touch closer to her, tracing the tip of the gun over her lips. “I always did like your mouth, you know. Maybe I’ll take it for one last drive. Old time’s sake and all.”
She rips her mouth away from the gun. “Bet your wife would like that.”
“She likes to be pissed off when she takes her chunk of flesh.” He sounds both bored and excited. “She’ll probably want to watch.”
These fucking people are totally fucking crazy in a not good way.
“After you all have your fun with me, what then?”Fucking hell, she’s playing it cool.
“We’ll do what we were trying to do before your boy toy set his dog on us.” He clucks his tongue. “Didn’t expect a bitch like you to land the jackpot, but damn, you caught yourself a big fish. Too bad he knows who we are. We could have given Melody to him. She’d have fucked away his tears over you and wiped him dry before he remembered your name. Too bad.” He swings the gun. “Turn left.”
Lilah turns left. “So now you’re rich off scamming innocent people, what then?”
“We retire in a big house on a nice island.”
She’s on the straight away now, already hitting eighty kilometers per hour. I push up, sliding the blade of my switch knife to his throat. I growl, “I’m done listening to this shit.” I press the blade harder into his throat, watching blood bead in a line. My stomach turns and I feel a prickle of heat. I blink hard.Don’t pass out.
Fucking do not pass out.
I’m not made for this.
The guy—Jake, I think his real name is, stiffens.
“Drive faster, Lilah,” I tell her.
“I’ll fucking shoot her,” Jake threatens coolly.
“You won’t, because I’ll slit your throat.”
“I’m already dead.”
“No.” I shake my head. My hands are slick with sweat. I grip the knife tighter and the guy hisses in a breath.
I realize my mistake and ease off a bit as anotherprickle of heat swims to the surface of my flesh. I see spots in the corner of my eyes. Sweat slicks my neck.
I tell him, “You’ve got two choices. You give me the gun; I get her to pull over and I let you run free. Or you keep pointing that thing at her and I slide my blade deeper into your throat.”
“There’s a third option,” Jake grunts.
“Yeah? What’s what?”
“I shoot her, and we take our chances with the out-of-control car.”
