Hooking my finger between the loop of Ozzy’s jeans, I feel a breeze through the open doorway and start easing us toward it as inconspicuous as possible. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“You are,” Passenger Prick retorts sharply. “I’m not dealin’ withyoufor another second.”
“Not without him,” I deadpan.
“He ain’t comin’,” the other guy responds matter-of-factly. “And you’re not handing out orders. Those have already been given.”
“I don’t think you heard me…” I take another small step toward the door, and Ozzy comes with me. “I’m not leaving him. And he’s not leaving me.”
Passenger Prick scowls at me. “Do you think you’re in any position to tell me anything?”
No.
However, it still doesn’t stop the fact it’s the way I want it to be.
“You’ve got fifteen seconds to say goodbye to each other before I shoot him,” the second guy claims. “Try me.”
That’s shit-all for time, and we’re not going to win this.
I’m not betting on it, either.
We’re getting separated and that’s that.
“Oz,” I whisper, tugging on his jeans to get him to turn around for me. “Look and listen to me.”
He pivots on his heels, towering over me in all his tortured beauty, and honestly, it takes my breath away.
All of him does.
Those dark blue eyes center on me, but he doesn’t look happy.
In fact, he appears just as pissed as he was when I didn’t leave when he told me.
“Stay put,” I order. “And I’ll be back for you?—”
“No,” he retorts gruffly, but I see him swallow once, and it alludes he’s just as scared as me, because…I can’t promise him anything, really.
I can only try.
I don’t know what’s going to happen the moment I step outside this room. And I’m not looking forward to finding out, either.
Though, I have a feeling.
This may be thelasttime I see Ozzy.
I might walk out of here, face off with Ramsey, and be on the wrong side of a bullet.
It could be the end me.
And he’d never know how much he truly means to me and my family.
“I owe you everything,” I mutter. “Honestly, you’ve saved me?—”
“Stop,” he whispers, and instead of holding up a comforting palm, his fingers brush along mine before I latch onto his index and middle with two digits. “Please…”
“We don’t have a choice,” I whisper, hot tears burning my eyes. “I don’t want to leave you. I want to stay with you…but we both know they’re never going to let that happen. And if we keep fighting, they’re going to shoot you and still drag me out of here. So, you’re going to do something for me, okay?”
He blinks before he gives me a curt but hesitant nod.
