He didn’t think Jacqueline meant that she remembered the last number. He thought she remembered what he’d told her before when she’d feared that she might not be able to open the safe.You trigger the safe so that the ink explodes. Preston is not gonna get the cash.
“Hurry,” Preston snapped at her. “Hurry, hurry!”
The gun swung back toward Jacqueline.
Remy sagged against the desk. His hand slid toward the screwdriver.
Jacqueline’s fingers fluttered over the surface of the safe. Her other hand went to the dial. She turned it a little to the right.
Remy could have sworn even he heard the faint snick.
Jacqueline grabbed for the long, metal handle. She wrenched it down, and the safe swung open.
Money. Piles and piles of cold cash stacked high. Ice cold cash that was—
Her hand slammed into the side of the safe, right along the now open safe door, and red exploded. A burst of red smoke spat from the safe.
“Guess it still works,” Remy said, satisfaction filling him. “Even after all this time.”
“What in the hell have you done?”Preston screamed. He had the gun aimed at Jacqueline. The smoke billowed around her as she swayed. Her black dress had turned pinkish red in spots, but the dye didn’t appear to hit her body. “I willkill—”
“No, you won’t.” Remy drove the screwdriver into his upper back. A hard plunge, as if it were a knife.
When Preston screamed again, the sound held pain.Oh, I will make you feel so much pain.“Exit, sweetness,” Remy bellowed. “Now!” He hauled the screwdriver out.
Preston spun toward him. He still had the gun.
So Remy drove the screwdriver into Preston’s hand.
Preston’s scream threatened to shatter his ear drums. The gun fell. Remy yanked the screwdriver back out. “Warned you…don’t call her names…don’t hurt her…” This time, the screwdriver slammed into Preston’s gut. Remy twisted it.
Prestonhowled.
Remy yanked the screwdriver out.
Preston hit the floor. Remy leaned over him to strike again.
“Exit,” Jacqueline cried. “Exit, Remy! Let’s exit together!”
His head whipped up.
She hadn’t left. “Together.” Swaying more, she held out her hand to him.
All he wanted to do was plunge his weapon into Preston’s heart. To eliminate him once and for all. It would be so easy to stab him and to leave him in his own blood and to…
My father was stabbed in the chest. In the heart. Left in his own blood to die.
“Remy…” She still reached for him. “Together.”
Remy’s breath shuddered out. Preston had curled in on himself. Blood was all around him, and the fire in Remy’s thigh burned hotter.Killing him isn’t all I want.
No, he wanted something else. Someone else.I want Jacqueline.And if she saw him kill, if she saw him take that step…
“Remy, come with me.”
He would go with her anywhere. His right hand held tight to the screwdriver, but his left took hers. With a cry, she flew toward him. Her body was warm and soft as she hit him, and he knew he had to get her out of there. Jacqueline mattered. She was the priority. She was everything.
“Sorry about the money,” she whispered.