Page 147 of Retribution

“His body is in the quarry.” He states plainly.

Body.

Quarry.

“Brilliant work Reed, I’m almost impressed. It’s incredible isn’t it? How you’ll kill for her, but you tried to kill me. The power of love, hm?” She grins at him.

I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

“Now, let’s get down to business. Who wants to kill who?”

The air is knocked out of me.

“Oh, come on, we can treat it like a pitiful version of Romeo & Juliet. The tragic love story of two forbidden sweethearts, that tried everything they could to be together but ultimately, it was their love for one another that killed them. Oh, I could picture it now.” Her face twists as she looks up at the ceiling, the wicked grin spreads across her thin face.

“Lottie, can you grab my phone please?”

I furrow my brows, what more crazy shit is she going to spout now?

She fiddles with it for a while and then turns it around, the sound of crying filling the room.

“Lola, Gracie, say hello.” She says and the second I glance at the screen, the nausea overwhelms me.

They’re gagged and bound in a dark room, a gun pressed to their heads and their face covered in tears.

I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to look at them any longer. I cry so hard that I can’t hear anything but my own wails, anything to drown out the sound of theirs.

“Take the fucking gun, Indie.”

She drops a second gun to her feet and kicks it over to me. It hits my shoulder, the barrel of it pointing towards my face.

I shake my head.

“Tyron, shoot them.” Everything intensifies all at once.

“NO, no, no, no, I’ll do it, I’ll do it!” I roar, my throat burning, my head hurts.

I don’t even think I’ll be able to hold a gun with the shakiness of my hands.

“Tyron, keep them there until I give you the all clear.” She ends the phone call and their cries disappear, just the sound of my own filling the room.

“Hm, cut her restraints.” She orders Lottie.

I raise my eyes to Reed’s and he’s still completely expressionless, I can’t tell if he’s in a state of shock that he can’t actually process what’s going on.

Lottie leans down and cuts the rope, releasing me.

“Bring her arms around the front.” She orders.

Lottie unlocks one of my handcuffs and readjusts me so my arms are in front of my instead of behind.

I bore my eyes into Lottie’s, trying to gauge how she feels about all of this. Yes, she may be in love with Allie and vice versa, but this is her brother. I don’t think she’d give a shit about me, but the guy over there is her own flesh and blood.

“Pick up the gun.” She demands, her voice cold.

I swing my legs around on the floor and twist to pick up the gun.

“Lottie, grab your gun and then stand her up.” Lottie yanks me up by my arms and I wince in pain.

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