Page 142 of Say My Name

I glance over to the entryway, and that’s when I see a gum wrapper on the floor. I set the picture on the coffee table and move over to pick up the wrapper.

Big Red.

There’s only one person I know who chewsBig Red.

My mind recalls Guy Adams when we were sixteen and he sent my swan figurine crashing to the ground.“You think you’re so special but you’re just the son of a whore.” Smack. Smack.

My bones turn to ice when I recount Guy causing a scene at my club. At the time, he was dating Luna and came in yelling at her one night. I had to step in to stop him. His eyes were ablaze with fire as he screamed at me to‘say my name.’

Guy was always so jealous of me, but would he really do this?

“Chloe?” I call out again, a thread of hysteria in my voice.

Did she figure it out?

I pull my phone from my pocket, fighting to calm my panicked state as I punch in her number. The line goes straight to voicemail.

And then I see her cell phone on the granite kitchen counter.

Fuck.

I sprint back out her front door, shutting it behind me, and hop into my Bugatti. I’ve got my phone pressed to my ear, waiting on Roman to answer, as I peel out of her driveway.

“Hey, heard they’re booking Brandon,” he says when he answers.

“It’s not Brandon. It’s Guy.”

“”What?” Roman’s voice is laced with confusion.

“Guy’s the killer,” I rush the words out.

Roman chokes in surprise. “Are you serious? How do you know?”

“He’s taken Chloe. Get your brother and meet me at Guy’s house.”

“I’m on my way.”

I race downtown, hoping Chloe’s alright. Praying she’s not hurt. Knowing when I get my hands on that motherfucker, I’ll make him pay for this.

Chapter 43

Chloe

I glance out over the dark waters of a lake. The night air is still and silent, like it waits with cautious anticipation to see what the night brings us.

The water of the lake laps at a sprawling hemlock, fascinating and too overgrown. Near the lake is a wooded area, and I wonder if I can run fast enough to sneak into it before Guy notices I’m gone.

I’ve been planning and plotting my escape since the moment he abducted me and threw me into the back of his grandmother’s beat-up station wagon.

“You’re the ultimate Greedy Girl,” Guy says, reemerging from downstairs.

He’s got me locked away in his own little tower, in a master bedroom that overlooks the lake. As he walks in the room, I ponder whether I can jump from the balcony when he leaves again.

I haven’t engaged in conversation with him because I know it’ll only piss him off more. In a fantasy world, I’d love for the fucker to lunge at me so I can break his nose and escape. But the reality is, I can’t overpower Guy. He’s got about a foot and a half height on me, and a good seventy-five pounds of weight on me. And a gun.

But I can’t just stand here and do nothing. There’s always the possibility that if he loses control, I could surprise him.

“It’s like you’re my final masterpiece. Taking away the one woman Devereaux cares about.” He brings his fingers to his mouth and kisses the tips. “Perfection.”

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