Page 107 of Enemies to Lovers

“Sir,” I heard one of the officers I couldn’t see say. “Back up. Now.”

I wasn’t sure if the officer was talking to Copper or Joey, but Copper didn’t move a muscle.

“Other than be a complete asshole to your ex-fiancée, you’ve done nothing wrong here.”

“You just killed my wife.”

“Wife?” Copper looked confused.

“So an eye for an eye,” Joey said. “You killed mine, I kill yours.”

“What are you talking about right now?” Copper looked as confused as he sounded.

“My fiancée!” Joey bellowed. “You ran her over with that tractor! We met online. She’s GamergirlU2. She was my soulmate.”

GamergirlU2 I remembered.

I’d told Joey that he needed to help me with the baby or something around the house, and that Gamergirl would be online when he got back.

He’d told me to go fuck myself when I’d suggested it, and I’d hated the gamer tag ever since I’d first noticed Joey playing with her instead of taking care of our child.

What were the odds that they were one and the same?

“Joey,” an authoritative voice said. “Back away.”

“No shots,” I heard someone else say. “The spark could catch that gas on fire, and the whole thing’ll go up in flames.”

Sirens sounded closer and closer, and I closed my eyes as I rested my head against the mangled metal of the car.

“That was the last thing you’ll take from me,” Joey snarled.

I opened my eyes and my gaze locked with Copper’s.

So many things flashed in our gazes at once.

Love. Dread. Confusion. Love again. Then despair.

We knew what was about to happen.

I was going to be burned alive, and there was not a damn thing he could do about it.

“I liked the sound of her head popping underneath the tire.”

Joey snarled.

“I’m glad that I finally got rid of her,” Copper said, his gaze still on mine. “Only makes it all the sweeter that she was yours.”

Copper didn’t believe that.

He would regret his actions and how she had died later. But for now, he was playing a game.

A very dangerous game.

The enraged howl from Joey made me realize that he’d never felt that kind of emotion about me.

No, this was an obsession bordering on sickness.

The way he was so devoted to her spoke volumes.

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