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I know I’m putting myself in extreme danger.I realize he might have another magazine.Hell, he could even hit me with the one bullet he has left, but I’m throwing everything into the fact that he’s not that bright, and he and his plan are fucked.
He’s lost his wife, he shot an unarmed security guard, he’s about to lose his job, and it’s obvious that he’s paid people off to keep them quiet.
He’s not thinking clearly.Rage fueled this rampage he’s on, and rage is about to bring him down.
I haven’t moved from the landing, my feet firmly planted despite my mind telling me to get the fuck out of there.And that’s when Andrew appears, bloodied, red-faced and sweaty, looking down on me from the stairway above.
I can practically feel the anger radiating from his body, his teeth bared and he roars at me, deep and guttural.With his feet planted wide and his hands shaking, he drags one hand across his hair and laughs like he’s caught me.
“You fucking cunt!”he stammers, a shaky finger jutting out in my direction.
And if I were a betting woman, I could’ve netted myself a ton of money today, because Andrew does exactly what I hoped and he shoots the last bullet at me.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Finn
The car on the drive to Boston is filled with a tense silence.I’m too afraid to say anything, to give voice to my fears about what might have happened to Sarah or to question the last thing Ryan said to me as we drove out of Rockport.
I don’t want to question if he really meant it, let alone think about all the things that might have happened to the woman I now know I’ve totally fallen for.
About ten minutes out, Ryan’s phone rings, the sound cutting through the car.He answers immediately, his terse “Joe, what’s happening?”filling the car.
“I’m at her building,” he says, his voice coming through the speakers.“I haven’t been able to get hold of her either and the desk guard says she isn’t answering her office phone.”
“Fuck,” Ryan says shooting me a quick look.“We’re almost there.”
He hangs up before Joe can say anything more and a small part of me wonders if this is what it was like when Joe worked for Ryan.I’m not sure how much I could put up with that, but then a part of me also recognizes that I work exactly the same way.
After what feels like the longest five minutes of my life, we finally reach Sarah’s building.Ryan parks illegally out the front, then both of us are out of the car and running into the lobby.
Joe is impatiently waiting for us, two uniformed officers standing behind him, hands on their hips as they watch him try to call Sarah again for what appears to be the hundredth time.Before any of us can say anything though, the unmistakable sound of a gunshot rings out.
“Fuck,” Joe, Ryan and I all say at once, as all five of us now run toward the stairwell beside the elevators.
“It definitely came from above,” Joe shouts, ignoring the rent-a-cop from the front desk who comes wobbling over demanding to see some identification.
I burst through the door to the stairwell, quickly followed by Joe and Ryan.All three of us climbing the stairs, but halt on the landing below when we see Sarah, face to face with a man who looks like he has completely lost his shit.
“Jesus Christ,” Joe whispers.“It’s her fucking boss.What the fuck is he doing here?”
“What?”I ask, my head snapping up.
“Didn’t she tell you?”he asks, meeting my stare.
I shake my head, unsure what he’s referring to.Sure, I knew her boss was a dick, slimy with the words and a little too over-familiar.But as much as I’d hated that, Sarah had assured me he was harmless, nothing worse than the drunken idiots she’d had to deal with while working in the bar.
Now it’s Joe shaking his head, glancing at Ryan whose face looks like stone.
“Don’t tell me you knew?”I bite out.
Ryan swallows hard, nodding once as though he knows this is going to monumentally piss me off.And he’s right too, but before I have a chance to rip him a new one, we’re distracted by a male voice on the stairs above, neither Sarah nor her boss seemingly aware that we’re down here watching them.
“I’m going to fucking destroy you,” he says to her, spit flying from his mouth as he takes a step toward her.
I watch as Sarah drops her bag to the ground, raising both hands in defense in front of her, one hand tightly gripped around a TASER.
Where the fuck did she get a TASER?
