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“That’s good,” Matt returns. “It will be easier on you if you don’t.”

He propels me to the front door so quickly that my feet drag on the ground. I hope for a neighbor to come outside and witness Matt manhandling me – maybe I lucked out and tomorrow morning is trash day – or a car to drive by that I can flag down.

Anything.

I’ll take absolutely anything.

Please don’t let me down, Wyatt.

Please send help.

I’ll take the hits if it means Matt gets caught and arrested.

But Wyatt has had lots of time to ask the Vegas PD to wait here for me and Matt to arrive.

No one is coming to save me.

Now that my worst nightmare is happening and I’m back at Matt’s house, my stomach aches so badly that I double over.

I never should have come back here.

I should have stayed with Wyatt and fought Matt from a distance.

Police Commissioner’s son or not, there has to be a way. And Wyatt knows the cop world better than I do, so he could have helped me.

I’m so tired of depending on other people and being the cause of their problems, but maybe Wyatt somehow thought I was worth the trouble.

And I left him.

My only hope.

Every muscle in my body tenses, and Matt squeezes me so hard to his side that the air leaves my lungs.

“Don’t even think about it.” His voice is a blade slicing down my skin, and there is no doubt about it – he isn’t going to wait to punish me.

The time that I assumed I had – is gone.

In a last-ditch effort fueled by pure panic, I flail as hard as I can and try to escape, a scream leaving my mouth just as he pushes me into the house and slams the door behind us.

“What’s the problem, Rebecca? I thought you missed me.”

Oh, God.

I’m panting like I just ran a marathon, and I dash to the kitchen, desperate to find anything to use as a weapon.

But the kitchen knives are gone.

He planned everything.

“Looking for something?” Matt is following slowly behind me, a predator with his prey in a corner and no need to rush. “What were you going to do with a knife? Try and stab me?”

“Defend myself!” I scream, still hoping to be heard by – anyone.

“You’re no good to me dead, Rebecca.”

Sure.

Until the anger possesses him and he kills me, either intentionally or by accident.

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