“Far away from you.” I grind out, spitting the blood onto the ground beside his boot.
“You know,” He muses, “I thought he was smarter. I almost gave it to him; he showed no weaknesses. No girlfriends, no friends, and then you showed up with that ring on your finger. How far will you go to protect him?”
Sorrow cuts through me. Roman didn’t allow anyone close in fear of retaliation from the man who is and was always supposed to protect him.
“You have a chance, you know?” I tell him, blinking away the burn in my eyes. “To leave and get away with all of this.”
“You think I did all of this just to give it up?” He scoffs, hand tightening. “I don’t think so. I married that fucking bitch, gave her the kids she wanted, and I got nothing. She lied! So I’m going to take what I deserve, Niamh.”
He’s killed before. I have no doubt he’ll do it again, hell, he ran at his own son with a car! I don’t think he will hurt me, not yet at least. He’s going to try to use me first. Glancing around, I look for something,anything, that I can use to startle him so I can escape. If I can get around to the main street, I’ll have witnesses, and he’ll have no choice but to hide like he always does.
My eyes land on the flashing red light just above the bar exit door, a steady blink for the camera that’s aimed right in this direction. Even better… it has audio.
We got him.
We fucking got him.
A laugh tumbles out of me; I’m not able to stop it, and it sounds a little manic, even to my own ears.
This is it for Roman, this is what he needed.
“What the fuck is so funny?” Jenson demands, pushing me harder into the dumpster, the cold metal biting into my skin.
“You killed her,” I state, my words stifled since my jaw can’t work the way it needs to.Confession time.
“Do you want to know how?” He says close to my ear, the glee in his tone sending a shiver down my spine.
“You messed with her car.”
“Clever girl. Sliced those brake lines in two.”
“Like you did to the truck I was driving,” I say, “You destroyed my truck too.”
“It was a pretty message, wasn’t it?” He replies, “I figured a reminder was in order for my son.”
“You killed your wife to get the ranch.”
“I did.”
“And yet you lost anyway, just like you lose now, Jenson.”
“I haven’t fucking lost!” He snaps.
“Do me a favor,” I push back on his hand, not getting far, but it’s enough that the pain eases, “Smile toward the door.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Your attacks were a reminder for your son,” I hiss, “And one thing you didn’t account for is how far he’ll go to keep his family safe. Smile, Jenson, you’re on camera.”
“What did you say?” His hand snatches away, and I almost fall without it keeping me up. I grip the edge ofthe dumpster and look at him before I point to the red flashing light.
“Say cheese.”
“You fucking bitch!” Jenson lifts his hand as if to strike me, but the back door slams open, freezing us both.
“Get the fuck away from my wife!” Roman snarls.
Chapter 33
