Promise to Keep (Vow To Protect 2) - Page 13

It’s like my brain goes blank. One minute, the fear is taking hold, threatening to dislodge sanity in place of horror. Next, the world is silent, still, like a slow-motion clip in a movie.

I reach behind my back with my free arm and wrap my hand around the grip of the gun. Then I tug it out of my pants, flipping the safety off at the same time.

He pulls me tight against him, raising the Taser toward my belly. He’s going to stun me right at uterus level, and I don’t know if my baby can survive that.

I raise the gun and shove it into his ribs, not even bothering to aim, and pull the trigger.

The sound rips through the room, making my ears ring. His eyes go wide, and then I feel the wet hot flow of blood over my hands, wrists, down the front of me as he releases me.

He hits the floor with a thud, and I stare down at him. Red stains my fingers and his shirt front, and it’s leaking into the carpet.

So much blood. It’s everywhere.

I think about Rose’s face in the dark and stare down at my dying father until he takes his last breath.

6

ADRIAN

Drinking sounds good. I don’t do it often because I hate how it makes me feel out of control, but without her…I already feel like my soul has been ripped from my body. I won’t control anything ever again.

I sip the bourbon and lay my head back against the chair. Even only two drinks in, I’m thankful my men don’t see me like this. I’m ashamed of myself. Ashamed of being proved the fool at her hand. Of being used like a puppet by someone I thought truly cared for me.

What I can’t get past is what I saw in her eyes. She loved me…was I too rough with her after I killed Sal? Is my barbarism why she felt the need to run? Shame, hot, sticky like maple syrup erupts inside my stomach. If I scared her away, this is what I deserve.

I take another drink and let it burn its way down to my gut. Right now, it’s the only thing I’m letting myself feel. Everything else is too much.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand, but I ignore it until it goes silent again. The bottle of liquor sits by my feet, and I bend over, the room reeling, to pour another glass. Even as the liquid sloshes over the sides, I want more. If I could drown myself in it, I would. At least right now, at this moment.

The phone rings again, the buzzing vibrations breaking through my alcohol haze to the anger barely banked beneath. No one important would be trying to contact me right now. Not after I’ve lost her.

I stare at the device, glass raised to my lips, and it rings again, vibrating several times, then stopping. Who the fuck is calling me right now? I try to reason, but the liquor is doing its job of dulling my senses and turning logical thought into mush.

In the quiet again, I drink deeply and hug the crystal glass to my chest. Yes, this is what I need. An escape. Something to dull the pain enough to keep going. A tiny part of my brain says I can use this anger, this hurt, this shame, and this fear to strike out at my enemies. Finally take them down once and for all. With nothing to lose, no one would be stupid enough to stand against me. Valentina is a liability. She always has been.

It doesn’t make this knife in the gut any easier to take.

The phone vibrates again, and the molten core over my anger cracks and shatters. I throw the glass against the wall above the bed, seize the phone, and scream into the receiver.

“What the fuck do you want?”

On the other end of the line is soft, ragged breathing. I strain to hear it over my own pounding heartbeat blasting in my ears. “Who is this?” I snarl.

Then a tiny shaking voice whispers, “Valentina. But it’s not…it’s I…don’t please…”

Her words run together in a rush, barely audible.

I clutch the phone in both hands and sink to the floor in a puddle of bourbon and glass. It cuts through my pants, soaking and mixing with blood. “Val? Angel, is that you?”

I don’t feel pain. All that matters in this instant is her.

“Yes. Angel. Yes.”

She sounds strange, ragged, and scared. “Tell me where you are. Tell me, and I’ll come get you. You sound like you need help. Let me help you.”

The haze of the liquor is still present, but I can see and feel around it now. She’s within my grasp, and I only have to reach out and coax her back into my arms. Then I’ll never fucking let her go again. “Tell me, Angel. Tell me where you are? Let me get you home safely.”

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