Kat was willing to give herself up to a man who terrifies her to keep Addy safe.
She never should have had to make that choice, though. Carter fucked up and cheated; he deserved to be left, and from what I’ve seen, he probably deserved it a hell of a long time ago.
Kat’s just too nice; she sees the good in everyone.
Like the douchebag strapped to the chair in front of me right now.
And me…
“So, how about you tell me where Carter is hiding? I have better things to be doing, better people to be spending my time with. I’m sure you’ve had enough by now, right?” It’s a rhetorical question.
I know he’s had enough; he had enough days ago when I started taking his fingernails. He cried like a baby, pissed himself, and almost passed out.
“I d-don’t know, I s-swear,” he chokes on his sobs but manages to get the words out. It’s the same thing he’s been saying for days, and I’m almost positive he’s telling the truth.
That’s too bad.
“What was he going to do once he had her?” I can’t even bring myself to say her name to him.
Trevor isn’t as bad as Carter, but he’s sure as hell stupider. Following what he said so blindly that he broke into her house and followed her every move so completely that he ended up creating an obsession of his own.
Carter might have been the mastermind, but I have no doubt Trevor is just as dangerous, maybe even more.
He won’t be able to walk away from this. I won’t give him another chance to hurt her.
Over my dead body.
Trevor doesn’t answer right away, and I feel the tiny bit of restraint I had melt away. I lash out, digging my hand into his hair to jerk his head back until he has no choice but to meet my gaze.
“Answer me,” I demand, unwilling to repeat myself.
I’ve been asking him the same damn questions for days; he knows what I want to know.
He tries to shake his head but quickly stops, hissing when I don’t release my grasp.
“I don’t know.” His voice is so quiet I almost don’t hear him, but that’s fine.
I knew what he was going to say.
All this does is confirm to me that he’s outliving his usefulness.
“Why listen to him? Why go along and help him do this? What was in it for you? Why hand over the girl you’re obsessed with to another man?”
The goal is to piss him off, and I know I accomplish that when his eyes narrow.
“I’m not obsessed. I love her!” he shouts, and I’m pretty sure he believes that. “He was going to share her. He promised me we could both have her, a lot like your asshole bosses are, except we would never make her run around all day with a brat that isn’t even hers!”
A shot rings out around the room, damn near deafening, but it's quickly replaced by the sounds of his screams.
Trevor thrashes and cries as the blood begins to seep out of his thigh, darkening the denim of his already dirty jeans. He seems completely unfazed by the hair that he’s literally ripping from his scalp, so I release him.
“Don’t talk about my goddaughter like that.”
Tears streak down his face as he glares up at me with so much hate; all I can do is smile.
I hope he fucking hates me because the feeling is more than mutual.
Usually, I’m able to keep things professional, but this…him.
