TOO LATE : CHAPTER 41 – 50
Chapter 49
Good question.
I start to walk to the door, but the anticipation of coconut cake is ripped from me when I hear sirens. The sound is far off-maybe four or five streets over.
I still have time. If there was a fucking window in this bedroom, I could grab Sloan, shoot Luke and be out the window and to the car before they get here.
But mtherfking Dalton is standing in my way.
If he’s standing at the door holding a cake, that means he’s probably right…about…there.
I aim my gvn and as soon as I fire it, something hard meets my back. I fall forward, my knees hit the floor and the gvn flies out of my hands.
I look behind me and Luke is standing over me, pulling his leg back to kick me in the face.
I roll to the side and swipe my leg across the floor, knocking him off balance. He lands on his back.
He immediately starts trying to pull his legs through his arms so his hands will be cuffed in front of him rather than behind him.
I sit up and reach for my gvn, but Sloan jumps off the bed and lunges across the floor.
Our hands reach the gun at the same time, but mine are more experienced and know where to grab it to get the better grip.
Her hands fumble around mine until she’s aware that the gun is firmly planted back in my hand. I shove her away from me, back in the gddmn corner.
She h!ts the wall and scoots as far away from me as she can. By the time I get the gvn pointed at Luke, the fker somehow got his hands around to his front.
He’s pulling himself to his feet, so I stay a step ahead and pull the fking trlgger. I watch as the flesh of his thigh expIodes into tiny pieces.
Fk, that looks like it hurt.
He’s on his knees.
His back slams against the wall. He’s wincing, pressing his hands against his wound. Dalton is beating on the door now. “Asa, open the door or I’m sho®ting it open! Three…two…”
“If you open that door, they’re both d.ead!” I yell.
Dalton never makes it to one.
I look at Sloan and she’s huddled against the wall, hands over her ears, tears pouring out of her eyes.
She’s staring at Luke, looking like she’s about to flip the fk out. I need to get her out of here before she does. But the sirens are closer now. More than likely on this street.
Fk.
Think, Asa. Think.
I smack my gun against my forehead three times. I can’t lose her. I can’t. If I’m arrested, I won’t be able to protect her.
I won’t be able to touch her. She’ll fall for someone else’s lies. Maybe even Luke’s again.
She’s the only person who has ever loved me. I can’t lose her. I can’t.
I crawl over to her and try to grab her hands, but she keeps pulling away from me. I have to point the damn gun at her head just to get her to be still.
I press my forehead to the side of her head. “Tell me you love me, Sloan.” She’s shaking so hard, she can’t even speak. “Please, baby. I need to hear you say it.”
She tries three times to get her voice to work, but she keeps stuttering.
Her lips are trembling harder than I’ve ever seen. She finally gets out one sentence. “Let Luke go and I’ll say it.”
I squeeze my hand around the gun. I wrap my other hand in her hair and squeeze. She’s trying to negotiate for him?
I blow out a steady breath through my nostrils. My jaw is wound up too tight to let any air through my mouth.
When I calm myself enough to speak, I grit my teeth and whisper, “You love me, right? You don’t love him. You love me.”
I pull back and meet her petrified eyes. She lifts her chin and says, “I’ll answer that after you let him go. He needs a doctor, Asa.”
A doctor? He doesn’t need a doctor. He needs a mother miracle.
“I don’t need you to answer that,” I say to her. “I have a feeling if I kll him, I’ll be able to tell if you love him based on your reaction.”
Her eyes widen and she immediately begins shaking her head. “I don’t,” she blurts out. “Please don’t kll him, it’ll make things worse for you. I love you, Asa. Please don’t kll anyone else.”
I’m staring right at her, looking back and forth between her eyes.
It’s hard to see any truth there, because all I see is the concern she has for Luke written across her face. “Don’t worry, Sloan. He’s probably wearing a bvllet-proof vest.”
I turn my head and lift my gvn, aiming it straight at Luke’s chest. I fire the sh®t. Luke’s whole body jerks against the wall.
His hands go to his chest just as the bI.ood begins pouring through his fingers. He immediately falls limp onto his side.
“Oh. My bad. I was wrong.”
Sloan is screaming. Screaming his name, screaming no, screaming what have you done, screaming his name again, screaming, screaming, screaming.
She’s screaming.
She has tears.
For him.
I grab her by the gddmn arms and pick her up, dropping her back down on the bed.
I straddle her while she covers her head and screams even louder, the tears flooding down her face.
“Why are you screaming, Sloan? WHY?!”
I can hear my father’s voice repeating wh’re, wh’re, wh’re. I smack my forehead to get it to stop.
Stop, stop, stop.
She doesn’t love him. She loves me. Forever.
“You don’t love him, Sloan,” I say, my face twisting in pain. “You don’t, he brainwashed you.” I grab her cheeks and press my lips to hers. She’s trying to pull away from me, trying to fight me.
“Yes I do!” she screams. “I love him, I hate you, I love him, I hate you!”
She’s going to regret this. She’s going to regret this more than she’s ever regretted anything in her whole worthless life. If she thinks she’s sad now watching that bstard d!e, wait until she sees me d!e.
She barely knew the guy. She’s loved me for two years! My d.eath would devastate her. She’ll be crying so hard, she won’t have enough air to say she hates anyone.
Wh’re!!
I smack my hand against my forehead again and then I press my forehead to hers. She’s no longer screaming now. She’s just sobbing uncontrollably.
“You’re going to regret this, Sloan. You think you’re crying hard now? When I d!e, it’ll kll you. It. Will. Kll. You.”
She shakes her head back and forth, sobbing through her words. “It’s too late to kll me, Asa. You klled me a long time ago.”
She’s delusional.
She’s gddmn delusional.
I laugh, knowing how much this is going to upset her. I laugh, knowing how much she’s going to regret everything she just said to me.
I wish I could be here to see it when she finally realizes how much I mean to her. How much I’ve done for her. What her life will be like without me.
I press my mouth against her trembling lips.
I press the gvn to the side of my head and I pull the..-
TOO LATE : CHAPTER 41 – 50
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