Page 241 of Love Me Stalk Me
There isn’t.
I squeeze her hand, then turn to Evan, still struggling beneath Amanda.
I grab the rope he used to tie Izzy up and yank it forward.
“Let him go,” I tell Amanda. “I’ve got him.”
She nods, pressing the barrel of her gun into Evan’s skull before finallyreleasing him.
I twist the rope around his wrists tight, securing him to one of the rusted metal poles in the center of the room. He groans as I wrench it a little harder than necessary.
“Sit tight,” I growl.
I turn back to Amanda, who is now face-to-face with Izzy.
And that’s when it hits Izzy.
Her eyes widen as she takes in Amanda.
Her slightly smudged mascara. The dead serious look on her face. And most importantly?—
The fucking pink gun still in her hand.
“Wait—WHAT?” Izzy sputters, looking between me and Amanda. “Why are you here? And why the fuck do you have a pink gun?”
Amanda cocks a hip. “Why wouldn’t I have a pink gun?”
Izzy stares at her. Blinks. Then rubs her temples.
“You know what? Actually? This strangely makes sense to me.”
Amanda grins, shoving the gun back in her purse.
I shake my head, running a hand through my hair. “Amanda, take Izzy to the car. Call 911. I need a minute alone with our friend here.”
But this time?
It’s not Amanda who argues.
It’s Izzy.
She stands, stepping closer, her breath still coming fast, her body still radiating pure, unfiltered fury.
“Wait,” she says, her voice calm but deadly. “I need to do something first.”
Amanda and I exchange a glance.
I nod, stepping aside, watching.
Izzy turns to Evan. Her whole body is loose, but I know better.
She’s not relaxed.
She’s dangerous.
Evan sneers. “What the fuck are you?—”
Izzy punches him.
