Page 88 of His Good Girl
I struggle in Kelly’s grip, knowing I have to get out of this. I was stupid enough to think I could be as ruthless as she is, but I wasn’t quick enough or strong enough, and now Logan and I are probably going to die.
Not caring about me as much, I growl when I think about her killing Logan. Focusing all my energy, I clench my fist and tense my arm, drawing it up so I can slam it back into her stomach. I’ve never done this before, so I have no idea what I’m doing or if it’ll work or anything. But Logan told me that when someone attacks me, I fight. So I will. I won’t let him down.
Gritting my teeth, I elbow her as hard as I can.
With the pain reverberating up my arm, I duck out of her loosened grip, and while she is still surprised, I reach for the gun.
“NO!” Logan thunders, lunging up the stairs two at a time. “Serena!”
Struggling with Kelly to gain control of the gun, I’m failing. She is much taller than me and stronger, and clearly more determined.
“You little bitch!” she hisses when I stamp on her toe, and she hobbles around with me clinging to her with one hand clamped around her wrist and one around the barrel of the gun.
“Serena, let go,” Logan says, slowing down and approaching with caution at the gun waving all over the place.
But I’m lost in the struggle. I have to get this gun away from Kelly, or I’ve failed again to protect myself and now Logan as well.
Ducking, I let go of Kelly’s wrist, throwing her off-balance. She backs up to the edge of the top step. In her heeled boots, she is off-center, and I can see only one way out of this.
As Logan lunges for her, panting, I let go of the gun, and lift my sneakered foot, kicking her in the stomach.
She scrabbles as she loses her footing, her arms going up, the gun firing at the ceiling, nearly breaking my eardrums.
I shriek, clapping my hands over my ears as I watch in horror as Kelly crashes down the stairs, her body distorted, her limbs snapping in the wrong direction.
“Logan!” I cry, my actions catching up with me as she hits the bottom of the stairs.
Silence descends as he reaches for me, pulling me to him as we stare down at the misshapen body of Kelly. Her neck is twisted, and blood is pooling under her head. She is quiet. Her eyes are open and glazed over.
“Is she dead?” I rasp.
“Fuck,” Logan says, turning me into him. “Don’t look. Stay here, where you should have been all along, and I’ll deal with this. Serena…” He runs his hand desperately through his hair.
“I—I was getting some coffee.”
His frantic gaze lands on mine, and his expression softens. “I know, baby girl. I know.” He takes me in his arms again and strokes my hair as I stand stock still, not able to move save for breathing, and even that’s a struggle. My shallow pants are loud in my ears which are still ringing from the sound of the gunshot. Looking up, I see the bullet embedded in the ceiling.
“Is she dead?”
“Stay here,” he demands and lets go of me to run down the stairs to check on the lifeless woman at the bottom that I know I just killed.
Chapter48
Logan
Glancing up at Serena standing at the top of the stairs, her hand around her throat, I reach for a pulse on the body in front of me.
Drawing my eyes to her face, I can’t see any difference between her and her twin. Granted, I never looked closely enough.
“Well?” Serena calls down, her voice is weak and terrified.
Standing up, I look up at her and my face must say it all because she balks and turns away, a sob wrenching out of her chest.
Knowing she needs a minute to come to terms with her first kill, I pull my phone out and rub the back of my head where Kelly cold-cocked me. Fucking bitch. She knew me better than I had anticipated. She knew I was armed. But having Serena here threw her off. She wanted to taunt her, play with her.
Hurt her.
As I dial the cleaner, I have to wonder how many times, over a couple of weeks, I fucked Kelly and how many times Shelley. I can’t help it. It’s a random thought that I will never express out loud to Serena. It doesn’t matter, but I’m curious. Things like this bug me, and now I will never know.
