There was a knock at the door.
A very loud, aggressive knock.
Goldie’s heart fluttered.
Maybe Dana and the kids had heard him after all!
Day was back, flying into the room with a snarl and glaring at Goldie. He pointed back at the door, gesturing angrily.
“Don’t look at me like that!” Goldie protested. “It’s not like I can call anyone. I don’t know who the fuck it is.” He smiled weakly. “Hey, maybe it’s your sign from God. You did ask for one, right?”
Day actually appeared to be considering that.
“So, maybe you could go ahead and get these cuffs off me—”
Day swiftly left the bedroom.
Alone again, Goldie sighed in frustration.
The door opened, but the sound was wrong. It was a heavyclunk, and there was a distinct snap of the chain breaking.
Wait, was someone actually breaking in here? Had Dana called the cops and they were breaking the door down?
Goldie tried to sit up, but he couldn’t with the stupid handcuffs holding him down. He tried to stretch over to see through the open bedroom doorway, but his spine disagreed and forced him back down.
Footsteps approached.
A broad man with a thick beard walked into the bedroom, and he was scowling.
Oh,fuck.
It was Dana’s ex-boyfriend, Michael Parker.
This was wonderful.
Handcuffed to a bed while the guy he’d personally dragged down three flights of stairs last week was standing right there.
Fucking fabulous.
Not to mention the extremely crazy young man who was hiding somewhere in his apartment who thought he was some kind of angel.
Shit.
Where was Day at? What was he doing?
Sure would be great if he gave Michael some fucking coffee.
“Waiting for a Grindr date, Princess?” Michael sneered. “Shoulda known big freak like you would be into some sick gay shit.”
Goldie didn’t even flinch at the taunting, too busy zeroing in on the object in Michael’s hand.
He had a gun.
Chills ran up Goldie’s aching spine, and he wondered what kind of evil person he must have been in a past life to go out like this.
At least the chances of pissing himself were slim.
Fuck.
