Page 164 of The Sweetest Devotion

Half a beat later my phone pinged with a notification from my Maps app. I clicked on it only for my heart to drop to my stomach.

He’d dropped a pin. He was currently at Rod’s Repair.

“I…I don’t understand,” I let out.

“Do not play fucking stupid with me.” It was a cool threat that sent terror dancing down my spine.

Cain knew. He fucking knew.

“O-Okay,” I stammered.

“Do you remember the first lunch we ever had?” Cain asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you remember what I told you I’d do if I caught you with someone else?”

My eyes squeezed shut at the memory. “Y-Yes.”

“I’m about to test if Keith is bulletproof.”

Oh God. Oh God.

My body began to shake at the possibility he’d really kill Keith. We’d parted ways, yet Cain was still intent to make me miserable. There was no way out of this. I was trying to leave, to put myself first, and here was Cain pulling me back.

“I was marrying you!” I cried.

“But you were fucking him,” Cain responded dryly.

“Please!” I begged as my throat began to throb and I felt tears on the horizon.

“Better hurry up. My favorite way to relieve stress is by pulling triggers.”

He said no more before hanging up, letting the warning hang in the air.

I let out the loudest scream as I began beating my steering wheel.

I was done. I was supposed to be done. It wasn’t fair.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Tapping on my window drove my attention over to find security peering into my car worriedly.

“You all right in there, Miss Nichols?” the security guard asked as he shined his flashlight at me.

I shielded my eyes as I nodded. “Yes!”

The guard didn’t look too sure, but he let me go.

With everything I wanted to call the police, but after being told that Cain had friends with badges, I knew better.

I sent Jadyn a quick text, telling her something came up with Keith and I’d be late getting in. I couldn’t drag her into this mess the same way I had done so with Keith. If Cain did anything to Keith—I refused to go there. He couldn’t be so unhinged that he’d kill a man becausehecouldn’t have me.

I drove like a bat out of hell to Bedford Heights, desperate to get there before Cain acted recklessly. By the time I pulled into Rod Repair’s lot no other cars were around except Keith’s. Leaning against it, smoking a cigarette, was Vino.

“Oh God,” I whimpered as I slowly climbed out of my car.

Vino jerked his chin to the right. “Let’s take a walk.”

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