Page 80 of Love Sick

He does something that confuses me—he suddenly tosses his keys out the window.

Dutch is about to charge out from the room, but life doesn’t want to cut us a break it seems when Noah reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gun. He places it at the back of Kyle’s head.

“I did miss you,” he replies, while Kyle’s eyes widen.

“What’s going on?”

“Where is he?” Noah asks as he knows I wouldn’t be anywhere without Dutch.

I make no eye contact with Dutch, hoping we still have a chance to catch Noah unawares.

“I’m not playing!” Noah shouts, shoving the gun into Kyle’s head, who squeaks in fear.

Every part of me wants to fight, but I can’t. I won’t drag Kyle into this mess. But I’m afraid it’s already too late.

“I’m sorry, Luna,” he says, his horror evident. “There was a signal from the GPS on my car which was traced back to here. I just wanted to help.”

“It’s okay, Kyle,” I assure him because this isn’t his fault.

“No, Kyle, it’s really not okay,” Noah mocks, cocking the gun. “Because in about three seconds, we’re going to see what the inside of your head looks like.”

I know the things Noah is capable of. His threat isn’t empty.

“It’s me you want. Let him go, and I won’t fight you. You can do whatever you want to me. Just let him go.”

Noah ponders over my offer, but we both know he’s merely humoring me.

“Whatever I want?” he says, moving his lips from side to side in contemplation. “That’s a very dangerous offer. I mean, what I want right now is for you to get on your knees and beg.”

“Beg for what?” I ask, unable to keep the disgust from my tone.

“Beg that I don’t blow this kid’s head off. Beg for forgiveness for breaking my nose. But most of all, I want you to beg me to fuck you.”

Men like Noah get off on power, and I’ve never surrendered. However, given the circumstances, I’m not sure if I have a choice.

I don’t need to look at Dutch to know he is pleading I don’t do this. But as I see it, this might work in our favor.

With Noah distracted, Dutch may be able to catch him off guard.

As far as plans go, this is a clusterfuck waiting to happen, but what other choice do I have?

Noah has a gun. I have a flashlight. The odds are not in my favor.

“Fine, you win,” I say, slowly revealing what I have in my hands as I drop the flashlight at my feet.

Noah smirks. “Cheeky little sweetheart. What else are you hiding?”

Dutch is biding his time because we both know Kyle won’t be able to fight Noah. So this is all on me.

“Let him go, and I’ll show you,” I reply, ensuring my confidence shines.

Noah won’t fall for a doe-eyed act, so the only angle I can play is me doing this because I have no other choice, which is what he wants.

“Come here, and I’ll let him go.”

This won’t end well; I just hope it won’t end well for him.

I walk toward Noah, wishing I could give facial cues to Kyle to stomp on Noah’s foot, or rear back and connect with his nose. Anything that’ll give us an advantage.

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