I was losing control.All sense of rationality was slipping away.
I heard her get sick and the sound of him hitting her. Each sound ripped through me, and I winced as if I could feel it myself.
My blood boiled with the need to make him—whoever he was—pay and to get to my girl.
If they’re in my office, I could get to the stairs and down the hallway. But there was no way to get Jada with him in the room.
Fuck!
Even if he was after me, he’d kill her in a fucking second. Menotgoing up there was saving her life. As soon as he realized I was in the house, we were both dead unless I could kill him first. And he was obviously prepared for war.
I just needed a distraction.
Where were the fucking police? Please, Max, please have gotten my text!
The chiming of the doorbell caught my attention, and I heard him move above me.
“Doorbell, bonita? Are you expecting someone?”
I moved quickly to the end of the staircase, realizing that Lucy’s connection may provide the opportunity I needed. The ceiling began to creak as he made his way to the front of the house.
Quickly, I went upstairs, my heart pounding in my chest. I had to get to her while I could.
I had taken my gun off and put it in the glove compartment on my way home and, like a dumbass, hadn’t grabbed it when I got out of the Denali.
What the fuck am I going to do?
I made it to the top of the staircase before pausing, listening for any clues as to where the intruder was. The doorbell chimed again, and I heard the click of his gun in the foyer. I padded quickly down part of the hallway and into my office.
And.
My.
Heart.
Fucking.
Broke.
What had this motherfucker done to her?
I had thought a few times before that if I’d had a heart, it would have cracked. Well, I fucking knew I had one now because I could feel it splintering into fucking tiny jagged pieces. It felt like shrapnel blistering its way, ripping its way, through my chest.
Through my life.
Through my fucking soul.
She sat there so broken, so helpless, and it killed me.
As her eyes began to lift to mine, I knew one thing was for sure.
This was going to fucking end my way.
JADA
My head hung against my chest like weights were tied to my neck, pulling it down. My eyes were so swollen from the hits that I couldn’t see.
I couldn’t even fucking cry.
