Page 76 of Tear Me to Pieces
“I trust Christian. And he trusts Zeke.” I shrug. “That’s good enough for me.”
Myra’s eyes drift to the window looking over her backyard, following the path of a flashlight as it shifts across the space. “It’s going to be weird having people follow me around again.”
“I know, Sweetheart.” I hated doing it to her, but there’s no fucking way I’m losing her. “It won’t be forever. Just until Zeke and his team can figure out what the fuck is going on.”
Myra gives me a little nod. “I hope they figure it out quickly. Not just for me, but for Becca too. And Lydia already went through this once. What if they take me and she has to face it again? What if my father tries to get them to take—” Her voice cracks.
“No one’s going to get you. No one’s going to get Lydia.” I run one hand down her arm, lacing our fingers together. “And we will get Becca’s sister back. We will get all of them back.”
I don’t know how many there are. Can’t even begin to guess. The number will probably shock me. Probably make me question humanity and the way we treat men in power.
Myra gives me a soft smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “I know you will.” She reaches up, running her hand across my jaw. “I love you.”
“I love you.” I lean down, brushing my lips across hers. “Are you sure you want to stay here? In this house?”
It’s a question that’s been nagging me since I dragged two dead bodies out the back door. I almost thought she wouldn’t even want the couch in the house, but she did. I don’t know if we’ll keep it—that decision falls on Zeke’s shoulders—but it’s here for now.
And she doesn’t seem bothered to be sitting on it.
Myra’s eyes drift around the space, brows pinching as she considers. “I can’t imagine leaving. This is my house. I bought it all by myself.” Her eyes come to my face. “I don’t want to let Matthias take that from me too.”
I nod in understanding. “If you change your mind, just tell me. We’ll buy the place across the street. I’ll gut it. Make it whatever you want it to be.”
A more genuine smile lights up her face. “I’m not sure Christian has enough random stuff in his warehouse to accomplish that.”
I chuckle. “I feel like we’ve moved past the point of you forcing me to only use found items on renovations.”
Myra rolls her eyes. “Don’t act like you weren’t sneaking in stuff you went out and bought.” She pokes me in the chest. “I know what fresh two-by-fours look like.”
“You only said I could only use items I found at Christian’s warehouse.” I shrug. “You never gave me specific instructions on how they had to gettoChristian’s warehouse.”
“You’re a sneaky man.” Myra loops her arms around my neck, pulling me close. “Maybe you should sneak me upstairs. Sneak your big?—”
Myra’s back door flies open as one of Zeke’s men storms in. His head snaps from side to side as he looks around the kitchen and family room with narrowed eyes. “Is Becca here?”
Myra sits up. “No. She’s down at Shelley’s house. Why?”
“Fuck.” The guy—Owen I think—grabs the comm on his shoulder. “She’s not here.”
Myra gets to her feet as a voice carries through the mic. “She’s not here either.”
Three more men confirm Becca’s not where they are before everything goes quiet.
“What’s going on?” Myra’s question is wobbly and soft. Like she already knows what’s coming.
Owen turns to her, looking like he’s hating his fucking life for being the one stuck delivering the news. “Becca’s gone.”
EPILOGUE
MYRA
Simon scootsin closer at my side, his hand smoothing back my hair. “This was a terrible fucking idea.”
I manage a smile even though I’m exhausted. “Is it as bad as Christian told you it would be?”
“No.” Simon picks up my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. “It’s worse.”
I’ve been laying in the hospital for over twelve hours. Unfortunately, Simon’s son seems really happy where he is, and time is running out for the little stinker to make an appearance on his own terms.
