“He was just here,” the deep voice rumbled behind the woman. “Couldn’t have gotten far.”
“Shit,” I hissed.
“He’s gonna kill her, isn’t he?” the woman asked.
I shook my head as I started toward the elevator. “Not if I have anything to do about it.”
“You put that sucker six feet under if you have to,” the man said.
I nodded as I jammed my hand into the elevator button. “Trust me, I’m working on finding a plausible reason myself.”
Riding that elevator down into the parking garage was one of the most stressful times of my entire life. Standing there, knowing damn good and well who had my Rose when I could’ve been protecting her killed something inside of me. If he hurt her, it was on me. If he did something to her that I couldn’t reverse, I’d never forgive myself. It would be my fault, and it was a pill I struggled to swallow as the elevator stopped moving.
However, even before the doors slid open, I heard her voice.
“Let go of me!” Rose shrieked.
The second the metal encasement freed me, I ducked behind the first car that I found. I pulled out my cellphone as I studied the parking garage cameras, nodding my head as I counted all of them in the vicinity of us. There were five of them, all pointing in various directions in an attempt to cover as much of the darkened space as possible.
And with a few clicks on my phone, I had every single one of them jammed.
“There,” I murmured.
“Blake, no!” Rose exclaimed.
“Get in the fucking car, you stupid bitch,” he growled.
The second that man’s gun cocked, I pulled mine off my hip. I crept from car to car, keeping my gaze on their shadows as I tried to stay out of sight. Blake didn’t strike me as the kind of man to have any sort of experience with guns, so having an itchy trigger finger on his hand wasn’t the best situation for Rose to be in.
I had to get her as far away from the barrel of that man’s gun as possible.
“Come on,” I whispered, “think.”
As I stole glimpses at the parking garage around us, I noticed that it was pretty deserted. Which shouldn’t have shocked me, as most normal people were at work right about that time. However, I could use that to my advantage.
“Get in the car,” Blake demanded.
“No,” Rose said.
I watched as his arm pivoted, and I didn’t have to see her face to know he was holding that gun to her head.
“Get in the car, or I shoot,” he growled.
Rose scoffed. “And what? Go down for murder? There are cameras all around us. They’re going to see every single bit of what you’re about to do. Then, what?”
Good girl, keep him talking.
With every car I slipped behind, I grew closer to them. Blake’s voice was so low and muffled that I couldn’t make out everything he was saying, but none of it really shocked me. She was his, if he couldn’t have her then no one would, blah blah blah.
I just couldn’t wait to sink my own bullets into that fucker’s body.
“Blake,” Rose said breathlessly, “come on now.”
I used the shadows to slowly creep into the middle of the parking garage as I approached Blake’s back.
“You really should’ve listened to me the first time when I told you that this divorce was a bad idea,” Blake spat.
“Go on, pull that trigger,” Rose said as she puffed her chest out with pride. “It’s not like I’ve got much to live for right now, anyway.”
