I kept moving backward. If I could reach the lamp on the table, I had a chance of hitting him with it, though he’d likely shoot me as I did. I had to try something, though. I wasn’t going to just stand there and let him kill me without fighting.
I was almost there.
One more step.
“Maybe I should fuck you one more time before I kill you. Make you remember what you gave up.”
My stomach churned at the thought as I wrapped my hand around the lamp.
A noise distracted Trey for a second. I took my chance, but he dodged, and I only grazed his shoulder. Somehow he even managed to keep hold of his gun.
“You fucking son of a bitch.” He reached for me with his other arm, yanking me to him and jamming his gun against my temple.
The door burst open then, and Grant stepped in.
“Don’t move,” Trey yelled.
Grant had his weapon pointed at Trey’s head. He didn’t lower it, but he also didn’t move farther into the room.
I knew Grant would do anything he could to save me. A few seconds before, I’d wanted nothing more than to see him, but now I realized he’d sacrifice himself for me, and I couldn’t live with that.
“Grant, it’s okay. Just leave me with him.”
“The fuck I will. This piece of shit is going to die for what he’s done to you.”
Trey snarled. “You can’t kill me without killing him too.”
I was very afraid he was right.
29
GRANT
Iracked my brain trying to figure out how to let Jacob know I had a plan. I needed him to move as soon as the gun wasn’t pointed at him.
“Remember what I told you, sweetheart?” I hoped like hell he’d think of the conversation where we’d talked about how to get out of a situation like this. Back then, I hoped he’d never need to use it, but now his life depended on it.
I knew he got it when his eyes widened, and he choked out a yes.
“Good.”
“Put down your fucking gun,” Trey demanded.
“No.” I had no intention of backing down.
Trey snarled, pulling Jacob tighter against him and jamming his gun against his neck. “You’re making it worse for yourself. I was just going to shoot you, but now I’m going to make you watch while I show you what this little slut needs to keep him in line.”
I growled.
“Don’t, Grant.” Jacob’s plea was the only thing that kept me from rushing him.
My mind screamed that Jacob’s life was the only thing that mattered. But if I was patient, I could get us both out of this alive, and that would be so much better.
“I love you,” Jacob mouthed.
My knees almost gave out. I nodded, not wanting to say anything Trey could decipher.
“Let Jacob go, and I’ll kill you quickly.”