Page 15 of Her True Blue
He snarls out a laugh. “You know exactly what I want. I need money and you can get it for me.”
My gasp is loud. “Are you high? I don’t have money to give you. Look around, do I look like I have any surplus?”
Trever gets to his knees, apparently regaining his equilibrium.
“Don’t you dare make another move. ”I try to sound threatening, but it falls on deaf ears as he places his arm across his thigh and pushes up to a standing position. He takes a step toward me and I back up.
“I mean the bank money, you dumb bitch. You have access and you’re going to get it for me.”
I laugh like it’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Because it is. There is no way I’d ever do anything illegal like that.
“No,” I say, stamping my foot for affect. “I was done being used by you years ago. I had hoped you’d rot in prison.”
Trever steps in another step, closing the distance between us. I shoot a glance over one shoulder and then the other, judging the time it might take for me to run out my back door.
As if he knows what I’m thinking, he snickers. “You’re not leaving here, baby. At least not without me. You’ll be taking me to that bank you manage and opening up the vault. And then I might decide if I want to fuck you again before I leave.”
A shiver of panic swims down my spine, my knees shaking and my legs about to give out. The next thing I know, his hand grabs at my wrist, shaking the stick free from my grasp, and then his other hand is at my throat, choking me as he slams me against the wall.
Tears flood my eyes as I try in vain to catch a breath.
“Or maybe I’ll just have my way with you right now…”
The moment he tries to shove his tongue inside my mouth, I hear the voice of my rescuer. Of my hero.
“Turn around with your hands up and let Jordana go.”
His voice brooks no argument as I see the look of surprise flash in Trever’s beady dark eyes. His hold loosens just slightly, enough so that I can inhale and exhale a deep breath, filling my lungs with air.
“Do it now, Trever Castillo. I have a gun pointed at your back and you’re under arrest for breaking and entering and kidnapping with the intent to kill.”
Trever knows he has no way out of this and no weapon to use against me as a hostage. I can feel the twitching of his limbs, his palms sticky and sweating at my neck.
I swallow and blink away the tears. In one moment, he’s holding me against the wall by force, and the next thing I know, he’s pushed me out in front of him as I stumble to the floor and he makes a break for the kitchen toward the back door.
It’s then that I hear Cord yell, “Stop or I’ll shoot,” and then the firing of the gun. I’m in a complete daze, my ears ringing from the sound of gunfire, but when I look up and turn toward the kitchen, I see Trever’s legs sprawled out in a V, blood oozing on the floor. I know he’s still alive, because his whiny ass is screaming in pain.
“You shot me, asshole! I need an ambulance.”
Cord rushes over to Trever to assess the damage, calls out for dispatch, and then handcuffs his hands behind his back.
“You’ll be fine. Shut the fuck up and keep quiet.” He reads Trever his Miranda Rights.
And then he bends at the knees by my side, helping me to sit up, as my head spins from the swirl of adrenaline and panicked activities.
“Darlin’, are you okay?” Cord’s voice has a tremor to it.
He lays his palms on my face, cradling it in his hands as my vision clears and all I see is him.
“Yes,” I admit. “I’m okay now.”
He wears a tentative smile, planting kisses across my forehead. “My God, I’m so glad I returned.”
I steady myself against his shoulder as he helps me stand, the now familiar sound of sirens growing closer and louder in the distance.
“Did you get my text?”
He shakes his head. “No, as a matter of fact, I left my phone somewhere in your room. All I had was my dispatch radio when I got to work, so I was just swinging back over to pick it up. Then I saw the unfamiliar car across the street, heard the scuffle from outside the front porch, and called in for backup.”
