He snorts. “Shut your mouth. There’s nothing you can say that’ll get you out of this. I’m not like the others. I’m not so easily manipulated.”
He parks the car, keeping the gun pressed to my skull as he switches off the engine. He hauls me over the console, dragging me out the driver side on my hands and knees, keeping the gun pointed at my head.
A pair of blood-spattered boots lands in front of me, and my apprehension increases tenfold.
Galen reels me to my feet, grabbing my arm painfully and pressing the weapon into my lower back.
“Lennox,” a familiar voice says.
“Knight.” Galen nods at my ex. “We still have a deal?”
“Hell yeah,” Darrow says, glaring at me. “I want the traitorous bitch dead as much as you do.”
“Kill her someplace remote.” Galen passes me to Darrow.
Darrow immediately spins me around and pulls a knife out. He presses it against my throat, holding me against his body with my back to his chest.
“You’re making a mistake. You don’t understand. I’m—”
Galen stuffs a rag in my mouth, cutting me off. “I’m done listening to your bullshit. You’re a lying whore. The others are too blinded by your pussy to see what’s right in front of them. You think you could rat us out to the enemy and get away with it?” He sneers. “I don’t care how justified you feel. No one betrays The Sainthood and survives.”
“When will we get our cut?” Darrow asks, nicking my skin and drawing blood as he presses the knife against my throat.
“When I have proof that she’s dead.”
TO BE CONTINUED
