Page 106 of The Marriage Deal
That’s when he sees it. His flat tire.
And the guy fucking loses it.
“What the fuck! A fucking nail? For fuck’s sake.” He boot fucks the flat tire, screaming about this bitch not being worth it before he swings his gun straight into her face. I go stone stiff as I watch the barrelconnect with her forehead, the quiver of anger in his hand.
Tears are a river that flow freely down her face now. Her full bottom lip trembles, but she doesn’t make a single sound as she stands and stares at him. Daring him.
Fucking Lilah.
Hurry the fuck up, Briggs.
The guy’s eyes are wild as he looks around, landing on her Tahoe. “Where are the keys?”
“In-inside the h-house,” Lilah stutters.
“Fuckingmove, then,” he shouts.
She kicks quickly into action, and they return into the house, appearing again only seconds later. He’s got the gun to her back again and the keys in his other hand. I crouch down as low as I possibly can.
He doesn’t take her to the passenger door this time. Instead, he takes her to the driver’s side. The seat I’m currently behind.
I feel a moment of panic at the thought he might be planning to sit behind her with the gun to make her drive.
He warns, “Sit pretty, now.”
He slams the door and Lilah’s head swings to the side to look for anything she might use to fight. She spots me and jolts. I raise my finger to my lips before motioning for her to turn around. She complies, her hands trembling in her lap as I shift from the driver’s side to the passenger.
The asshole climbs into the passenger seat, swinging the gun in her direction again.
“You’re going to drive exactly where and how I tell you to, or you’ll get a bullet in the gut. You understand me, darling?”
She nods but says nothing. He hands her the keys, and she starts the ignition.
“Let’s go.”
She begins to back out of the parking spot, shoulder checking and making eye contact with me. I can see from the wide set of her terrified eyes that she doesn’t understand why I’m letting this proceed.
But if I pull out my blade now, he’ll shoot her without question. Without hesitation.
I need her to drive. I need the speed that makes him fear for his own life if he takes hers.
I wish I could explain.
Lilah completes the turn and is driving down the drive when she asks, “What are you going to do to me?”
“I’m going to take you to Mom and Dad.” He snickers.
Carefully, I slide my phone from my pocket and hit record.
Lilah stutters, “T-Trish and Dillion?”
He snickers again. “You always were stupid. Pretty enough but fucking dumb as a stump. They aren’t my parents.”
She ignores him. “Just your keeper then?”
He sneers. “I work with them.”
“What will they do?”
