“You don’t get to tell me you love me as if you might not get the chance to say it again, then run out to take on some asshole,” I say with a nod to the door. “I’m not done being mad at you.”
“Then there’s my incentive to live a little longer.” She kisses my forehead this time, and when she steps out of my grasp and disappears into the darkness, I shudder at the way the ringing silence swells around me.
“Hm… if I was a stupid little woman… where might I hide…”
My insides flip, reality slowly setting in.
He’s in my apartment.
There’s arapistin my apartment.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
BONNIE
“Gemma,”I hiss, wondering how the hell she evaporated like that. “Gemma!”
“Could it be door number… one?”
I flinch even though I know he’s not at this door yet.
“Gemma!”
“Hmm…”
I can see his shadow cutting through the light under my door as he walks around my room. I grip the gun tighter, hiding it and the fact that I’m strapped to this drawer behind my back. There’s no stopping him from opening the door, from finding me.
And how the hell did Gemma disappear like that?!
“A bag… Going somewhere, drummer girl?” He chuckles. “Maybe to your friends’ studio? Your guards think they have it covered. They think they have you surrounded. Little mistakes…”
The more he speaks, the clearer I remember him. The more I can see him in that blurry vision, neon strobe lights flickering over his face.
He pauses in front of the closet door. I stiffen, heartbeat thrusting against my eardrums.
“What’s behind door number two?” he asks.
I brace myself, feet set, ready for the fucker to show his face. The knob twists. Motion catches my eye in the shadows.
Gemma.
The door opens wide. Light floods the closet.
And I don’t have a second to completely take in his figure before Gemma lunges out of the darkness.
“Ah—SHIT!”
An electric pulse zaps Trevor’s neck. Pepper spray hits his eyes. He jerks and grabs his face, stumbling out of the threshold and tripping backward on the boots I left out. Gemma grabs him by the head before he can hit the ground. Hands on his shoulders, her knee meets his face. Her boot strikes his stomach. He doubles over, but she whips him around, straightens him with a squeeze of her fingers in his collar, and delivers a spike-covered blow from her fist to his spine. The crack makes me shudder, and Trevor…
Hescreams.
Holy shit.
Did she just snap his fucking spine?!
The noise is violent. Ear-splitting. It sends a chill down my spine that doesn’t allow me to look away from the scene. He falls to his knees, then to his stomach. His face is red, eyes bloodshot, tears and snot suddenly shedding uncontrollably down his face.
“You stupid bitch!” he sobs. “What did you do?! What did you—”
