I felt the roughness of the brick behind me and the cool air hitting my flushed skin. He wore a slick suit, and was smiling.
The singer was tucked under his arm.
My heart beat like a clock.
“Come on, baby, we’ll party together at my place,” Snyder drawled.
Shandy looked hesitant. “It’s late…”
Reaching up, he tucked some of her blonde hair behind her ear. Then he lowered his head and nibbled at her lips.
Rage oozed out of my pores. Viv was barely in her grave.
“Frank really likes you.” He nodded at Bruno and the man moved forward. He stepped up close behind the woman, too close. He set his big hands on her hips.
“And I like to watch,” Snyder added.
She jolted. “Dean…I likeyou.”
“I like you too, baby. So much. You want to make me happy, right?”
I’d had enough.
I lifted the gun and stalked forward. My hand shook a bit.Dammit. I gritted my teeth and firmed my grip.
This ended tonight.
I aimed and fired.
A bullet clipped Bruno. With a shout, he spun.
I fired again and again. The singer screamed. Snyder dove to the ground, dragging her with him.
The other guard fired at me.
I kept striding forward, uncaring. I fired at Alden. He fired back and I felt a burn across my arm. Gasping, I kept pulling the trigger.
Alden jerked and staggered back, hitting the front wall of the club.
I circled the car.
The woman looked up at me, tears and terror on her face.
“Do you see what he’s really like, now? He’s a monster. He wants to share you with his friends, record you, ruin you. Run.” I waved the gun. “Run!”
She hesitated, then scrambled up and ran.
I turned the gun on Snyder. His face was twisted with rage, but I saw a flicker of fear.
“Just you and me, Snyder,” I gritted out.
Then his gaze moved past me.
There was a flicker of movement, and that was the only warning I got.
Beefy arms wrapped around me and lifted me off my feet.
No!I’d forgotten about the last of Snyder’s posse. Zanotti.
