Page 181 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part Two
And with that, he slams the trunk closed.
FORTY-ONE
STORM
Ialways wondered what it felt like to die. To be in the active process of falling into the void, your heart giving out, your brain shutting down.
If I weren’t so blissed out, so in love, sonotlooking for the other shoe to drop, I might have handled receiving the SOS alert from Shae’s phone better.
I might have been able to think rationally, focus more.
But that’s not my reality, so the imminent bloodshed hovers like bloodlust in my veins.
“You have eyes on the cameras?” I grind out to Axel over the speaker. I’m speeding through downtown, making it to Shae’s building in record time despite the downpour that started as soon as I left the Gold Coast house. The Orisun tower comes into sight a block away.
“Yes,” Axel grinds out. “Ah, shit.”
“What!” I snap.
“Go to the garage,” he says. “And hurry. Her business partner took her.”
I floor it, skidding around the corner to the main garage access point. My lights cast the garage in blue as I zip inside, tires squealing.
“Go down,” Axel yells, and I take a sharp left down the winding path. Right when I’m about to turn left to go to the ground floor, a sedan ambles toward me, peaceful, like a regular worker after a long day.
But then, I see him. The man who my Shae trusted with her mind, her money, and her body.
The man who betrayed that trust. Now it’s time for him to pay for that wrong.
I see his face through the windshield. And I don’t remember deciding to move. Just the wheel jerking in my hand. Just the impact. Just the sound of metal screaming like my insides.
I blink, and the front of my car is smashed into the grill of the other.
I blink, and I have the dark-haired man, Zane Fucking Gibson,pulled out and on the ground.
I blink, and I’ve pulled the trigger once. Twice. A third time. Again. Again. There’s nothing left of his face but ruin. And it’s still not enough.
I blink, and I’m searching the car, following the pounding coming from the trunk.
I blink, and I have Shae in my arms, watching her mouth move?—
“I’m okay,” maybe.
Or, “You failed to protect me. Again.”
I don’t know. I can’t hear her. All I can do is hold her.
I blink, and Riale’s there with a hand on my shoulder and a crew of guards behind him.
I pull her into my chest and close my eyes, so I don’t have to see any more.
FORTY-TWO
SHAE
Storm doesn’t say a single word the entire ride to Gold Coast. A guard I recognize drives us back while Riale handles the aftermath of what happened with Zane.
Zane.
