“Let’s go. Just the two of us. I won’t run.”
It was a game. But I was playing along for the moment.
Rita hesitated, scrutinizing my face, my body, and my reactions. She started chewing on her lower lip, then she cracked her knuckles.
A slow, deliberate sound.
“Maybe I should just end this right here.” Tension coiled in every muscle of my body. Why the sudden change of heart?
“I said I’d—”
“I don’t like your reaction. I expected more… fear. More desperation.”
The gun pressed harder into my ribs.
My breathing remained steady.
No fear. Only anticipation.
She was right in front of me. I could end the chaos.No waiting for Spencer. No relying on anyone else.
Just me and her.
“Fine. Let’s go.” She nudged me forward.
“Freeze!”Stacy’s voice rang through the hallway like a gunshot.
There was a sharp inhale. A single panicked movement. And Rita tensed up for just a second, but that was all I needed.
I lunged, grabbing her wrist and shoving the gun upward.
A vicious curse ripped from her lips. Her knee slammed into my thigh, and her elbow struck my ribs, causing pain to detonate in my already injured body, but I didn’t let go.
I had endured worse.
Her grip weakened, and the gun slipped. Taking the chance, I twisted her wrist sharply, making her shriek.
In the struggle, she fired a shot.
The bullet buried in the ceiling above us.
Screams erupted down the hall, but I didn’t flinch. Didn’t let it rattle me.
With a sharp kick, I sent the gun skidding across the floor. Grabbing Rita’s arms, I wrenched them behind her back.
“Stacy!”
She reacted instantly, holding the fake gun up. The same one Amelia used while she rescued me.
But Rita didn’t know that.
“Move a damn muscle, and I’ll put a bullet between your eyes.”
Rita thrashed and tried to bite me, but Stacy was faster. Her fist smashed into the bitch’s jaw with a sharp, satisfying crack.
“You fucking bitch!”
Rita choked on a pained gasp.