TOO LATE : CHAPTER 61 – THE END
Chapter 66
LUKE POV
Sloan’s whole face drops. She knows mine and Ryan’s non-verbal signal for when everything is safe. And she realizes now that everything is not safe.
I glance out the peephole again, hoping I just missed the signal. But he’s still not scratching his neck.
And it’s four o’clock in the morning. Why would he be here?
“Open the door, Luke,” Ryan says. “I know you’re in there.”
TOO LATE : CHAPTER 61 – THE END
Ryan is looking straight into the peephole. But I know him well enough to know that he’s hoping I don’t open the door.
If Asa is behind this, why would Ryan lead him here?
I look out the peephole again and I can see Ryan looking to his left, like he’s listening to someone give him orders.
Ryan inhales, then stares at the door again. “He took Tillie.
If you don’t open the door, he’ll let them kll her. He’s the only one who knows where she is.”
“Fk,” I whisper, dropping my head against the wall. “Fk.”
I can’t believe Ryan would put Sloan in this situation. I can’t believe he would bring him here. There has to be something else to this.
Ryan would put his own life in danger before he would risk anyone else’s.
I glance over at Sloan and tears are pouring down her cheeks. Her eyes are wide with fear.
I look out the door again, just as Asa walks into the frame, pointing a gvn against Ryan’s head.
“Don’t forget to tell him who else I have,” Asa says, loud enough for me to hear him through the door.
Ryan closes his eyes regretfully. “Luke,” he says. “He has someone parked outside my little sister’s house. I’m sorry, Luke. I’m so sorry.”
I close my eyes. Ryan’s little sister is the one thing he would protect more than anyone in this world. It makes sense now.
And the fact that Asa was smart enough to pull that off makes me scared for Sloan’s life. I reach for my phone to dial 9-1-1.
“If you call the police and have me arrested, they’re both dead,” Asa says. “Tillie.
Ryan’s sister. And Ryan. My guys have strict orders. I’m giving you three seconds to open this door.”
Sloan is crying hard now, shaking her head, begging me not to open the door.
I take two steps until I’m standing right in front of her.
I brush my thumb across my bottom lip and whisper, “I’m so sorry, Sloan.”
Then I grab her arm and pull her to me, press the gvn against the side of her head, and open the door.
Asa looks at Sloan first. Then his eyes meet the gun I’m holding to her head. “Son of a bch,” he says.
I back us both into the living room as Asa makes his way inside, holding the gun to Ryan’s head. “Looks like we have a predicament.”
I shrug. “Not really. What you have of mine is disposable. What I have of yours is not.”
TOO LATE : CHAPTER 61 – THE END
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