A future.
Right then and there, Jimmy made up his mind that he would be accepting Cold’s proposal when he saw him again.
If, his troubled mind unhelpfully supplied,if you see him again.
No, he would see Cold, and he would accept any damn proposal he offered. They would get married and have the most ridiculous and over the top wedding ever. Jimmy didn’t care about getting his dream beach ceremony now.
All that mattered was marrying the man he loved.
“Thank you,” Jimmy said when a cup of coffee was set down in front of him. “I’m not really feeling that hungry, but...” He froze when the person who brought him the coffee sat down in front of him. “You!”
It was Gary Luchesi. He had a hand under the table, and he was smiling nastily as he said, “Better keep quiet. Got a piece down here, and it’s aimed right at you.”
Jimmy gulped, glancing around the diner anxiously. There had to be someone, anyone that could see he was in trouble and desperately needed help. No one even batted an eye in his direction.
“What are the odds?” Gary chuckled. “Things were getting a little hot downtown, and I took myself for a little walk. Imagine my surprise when I came strolling by and happened to see your pretty little mug hanging out here! The little prince himself! And awww, look, all alone.”
Cheeks heating up, Jimmy snarled quietly, “Cold is coming for me. He’ll be here any minute—”
“Now I know that’s bullshit.” Gary smirked horribly. “See, I happen to know for a fact that Cold is dead.”
“What?” Jimmy’s heart broke. “No...”
“He’s fucking dead, and you’re coming with me. Right now.”
Chapter Sixteen
“No!” Jimmy jumped tohis feet, shaking all over in anguish and fear. He jerked his head, defiantly hissing, “There’s no way he’s dead! You’re lying!”
“Am I?” Gary challenged, sliding his legs out from beneath the booth and offering Jimmy a peek at the gun in his hand. “You know, ‘cause this right here says I’m telling the fucking truth.”
Jimmy wanted to scream, cry for help, but he couldn’t look away from the gun. His skin was buzzing with an insane surge of adrenaline, the sensation so intense that he honestly didn’t think his feet were touching the floor.
Cold couldn’t be dead. No, he couldn’t be. Gary was a liar. It had to be bullshit. It was total bullshit. If Cold was dead, those men wouldn’t have come to the house looking for him. None of this was real.
Except that gun.
