Page 202 of Only Be Mine

Five.

I unhooked the chain.

Unlocked the deadbolt.

Wrapped my hand around the knob.

Click.

“Going somewhere?”

My breath caught and I closed my eyes. I turned slowly.

A man sat on the couch, gun pointed directly at my chest. A long scar ran down the side of his face.

I raised my hands. How did I miss him?

“Let’s talk,” I said carefully.

“Drop the knife.”

I did.

“You don’t have to do this,” I tried. “Whatever he’s paying you, I’ll double it.”

He laughed once.

“You don’t have what he has.”

I lunged.

The gun fired.

The shot tore past my ear.

We crashed through the coffee table. Wood splintered beneath us. I hit him as hard as I could. Blood sprayed from his nose. The gun skidded across the floor.

I grabbed it first.

My hands shook violently as I aimed it at him.

He scrambled backward, slipping on broken wood.

Then the front door burst open, and Trevor stepped inside.

He closed it.

Locked it.

The picture of calm.

He took in the scene like it was mildly inconvenient.

“Shoot him,” the scarred man shouted.

Trevor reached behind his back and drew his own gun.

Pointed it at me.