I never got to calm an anxious Luna.
Because my door was suddenly yanked open and I screamed, coming face-to-face with the same cloaked figure from Friday night.
He was in all black, with a gun in his hand.
His hood was up and a mask covered his expression.
All I saw were soulless dark eyes.
Before he yanked down the covering and unveiled himself.
Tom Prescott hedged me a crazy, secretive grin. “Said I would remind you of your place, didn’t I, you stupid fucking bitch?”
CHAPTER 48
A Losing Battle
Gabriela
Nothing—and I mean nothing—could have prepared me for this turn of events.
My guards were dead and now my ex-situationship was blocking my exit, with a deranged expression and a weapon in his hand.
The same weapon he used to kill my guards.
I didn’t understandwhyhe was here orwhyhe would do this.
The only thing I knew with certainty was that it was never Maverick or Franco.
All along, the culprit was Tom.
The break-in, the stabbing, and the texts.
He was behind all of it.
My chest clenched with fright and my throat tightened.
I didn’t want to engage with this motherfucker. So I clutched Luna to my chest and skirted down the seat. I could escape via the other side’s back door and burst into a run. We weren’t far away from Hunter’s home. Barely three minutes away. If I screamed my lungs out, someone—anyone—would hear me.
I just needed to make it out and not catch a bullet.
Tom quickly caught on and entered the car, cocking his gun against my head. “Ah, ah, ah. I wouldn’t move if I were you.”
I froze, the blood in my veins turning cold.
My brave Luna chose that exact moment to hiss and leap out of my arms, scratching the fuck out of Tom’s face. He howled and stumbled back.
She gave me enough time to lurch between the front seats to grab Oscar’s fallen gun.
But I wasn’t fast enough.
Five fingers wrapped around my hair and jerked me backhard, nearly breaking my neck with the force. I screamed as pain exploded along my scalp. Tom’s mouth came at my cheek, his breath sour and gross as he taunted, “What do you think you’re doing, Gabriela?”
“Fuck!” Tears coursed down my face as Tom yanked me out of the car by my hair. Like a fish out of water, I squirmed uncontrollably, crying and shouting, “Let go of me, Tom!”
“You’re coming with me,” he growled. “We have a score to settle.”
My back collided painfully against the road and my skin scraped as he dragged me towards an awaiting vehicle, the trunk already popped open.
