“Not to mention no one will believe I shot him.” Under the guise of shifting her weight, Tara moved closer to the RV’s cab. “We didn’teven hook up until yesterday.”
The giant’s eyes widened, but he quickly recovered with a shrug. “He thought it was a one-night stand and you wanted more,” he said, hitting a little too close to home. “The police and your family will never know for sure, but they’ll pick a story that makes sense so they can move on. And the marks on your wrists can be explained away with kinky play. We’ll besure to leave evidence behind.”
Some people would definitely believe that part.
“He has a son,” she said, desperate now. “A little boy who just lost his mother. Don’t take his dad too.” Tears wet her cheeks. “I’mthe witness.I’mthe one you want. If you let him go, I’ll—”
“Tara, don’t.” Jeff shook his head, eyes pleading.
Hulk donned that shitty smirk and looked at Jeff. “Aren’t you alljust too fucking sweet?”
With everyone’s attention diverted, Tara threw herself into the driver’s seat.
Jeff watched in horror as Tara leaped into the cab and got behind the wheel. The engine started before Tank or his sidekick had even processed that she’d moved.
“Hey!” Tank yelled, raising his gun.
Jeff kicked at the back of the big man’s knees. Tank landed on his back with an earth-shakingthud.
Skinny Sidekick took a step, reaching for her, but stumbled back into the dining table as the RV lurched forward and hooked right.
Jeff planted his feet, falling to his side, but not off the sofa. Gripping the faux leather of the cushion with his hands, he braced his body between the armrests as Tara honked repeatedly and swerved around the parking lot like a fiery, beautiful madwomanwho might just save their lives.
Tank groaned and Jeff swiveled to kick him in the jaw, knocking him out. The giant’s gun slid into the bedroom, out of reach. At the front of the RV, the other guy was gripping the counter, trying to work his way toward the cab, weapon in his free hand.
Jeff couldn’t let him reach Tara—
The windshield cracked and a loud boom filled the motor home.
She screamedand ducked.
“Tara!”
The vehicle jerked left, but she popped into view, still in control, still alive.Thank God. Jeff stopped holding his breath.
Stumbling past the behemoth at his feet, he dove toward Sidekick, ramming his shoulder into the guy’s spine and launching them both into the space between the front seats.
Tara screamed again. The RV jerked to a stop. Jeff hit his head on theconsole, pain radiating down his neck.
Two short bursts from a police siren pierced the air.
Next to him, a blurry Tara opened the driver’s side door of the cab and jumped out. “Help! Please help!”
Head throbbing, Jeff tried to move off the guy moaning beneath him, but with his hands and legs tied, he was stuck. Not to mention his head spun, making him want to puke.
Shouts came from outside.Cops, right? He tried to keep his eyes open, but his lids were steel plates. Was someone talking? He needed to focus. They needed to know he was bound and couldn’t show his hands.I’m tied up. He tried to say the words, but his tongue was too large inside his mouth, like that time he had a cavity filled at the dentist and his face was numb for hours afterward.
More sounds. Was that Tara?
He tried to sit up, the world spinning like a merry-go-round.Tara?He needed to see her, needed to tell her something…
All the noise and light bled away and his world turned to black.
