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Desmond keeps his gun trained on Bobby as he moves to the window, twisting the blind shut. My heart is racing so fast, I feel lightheaded, and the nausea that churns through me is no longer morning sickness. I don’t want to die in this house with one of Trick’s babies in my belly and the other in my arms.
Think, Heidi. How do we get out of this?
I put as much distance between me and Desmond as I can, shielding Sophia with my body. I can’t stop a bullet, but I will do what I can to keep her safe for as long as possible.
I risk a glance at Bobby, whose teeth are gritted so hard together, he must be hurting his jaw. I have no doubt he will be the first of us to die. Prospects don’t last long around here… just as I’d predicted.
I stare at him, memorising every inch of his face. I don’t want to lose anyone else, and I have come to care about Bobby. Even if I didn’t, he is a human being and he does not deserve to die.
Richardson forces Bobby down onto his knees on the tiled floor, the gun pressed to the back of his head.
I hold my breath. All it will take is a slight movement of his finger and Bobby’s life ends. How is that fair?
“This isn’t how to get what you want.” It’s a risk, a desperate attempt to distract him, which sort of works because his head lifts to me.
“And what is it you think I want, little girl?”
“What everyone wants. Justice. The Sons took your daughter from you. They killed your soldiers and left you with nothing. I understand why you would want them to pay for that.”
“I don’t give two fucks about my daughter. She betrayed me the moment she let that biker cunt touch her.”
The gun moves from Bobby’s nape, waving around erratically. My pulse skyrockets as Sophia cries. I rock her in my arms, trying to soothe her, but she doesn’t stop.
“Okay. Okay, just… please, stop waving the gun.”
“You’re a dead man, Richardson,” Bobby grinds out, and I want to tell him to stop fucking talking.
Richardson again presses the barrel of the gun against the back of Bobby’s head, forcing him farther forward.
My pulse leaps, fear dancing inside me. There is no way I can stand by while Bobby dies, but it’s not just me I have to think about. I have Sophia to protect… and the unborn baby I just found out about.
Hopelessness washes through me as Bobby lifts his head ever so slightly to meet my gaze. His eyes flash with anger, and that scares me.
What is he considering doing?
“If you don’t want Skye, then what do you want?” I ask this question even though it is obvious what he wants. He came specifically to Trick’s home.
“I want to make that little bastard pay for what he has done. My organisation is in tatters. My men no longer trust me to lead them. I have no power in my city anymore.” He gestures at me with the gun. “Call him.”
There is no way in hell I want to call Trick here to die. I won’t have that on my conscience, but when he cocks the gun, I slowly pull my phone out my pocket, my gaze never leaving his.
“She doesn’t need to call me. I’m here.” Trick’s voice has my head snapping in its direction. He’s standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his expression like thunder. His kutte mocks me, a reminder of everything I’ve lost, and I refuse to lose him too.
Fear surges inside me as my gut ties itself into a knot, and my mouth is so dry, I can’t swallow.
“Let them go and we’ll talk.”
Desmond lifts his gun and points it at Trick’s head, and my world tips on its axis.
CHAPTER 22
TRICK
Ifeel as if I’m suffocating as I take in the scene in front of me. Heidi is standing on the other side of the room, her body turned to the side to shield my daughter from the gun clutched in Desmond Richardson’s hand. That sense I had that something was wrong was clearly spot-on. The problem is, I don’t know how to fix this. My only priority is to keep that gun away from the two most important people in my life until help can arrive.
They’re not going to make it in time.
I try not to focus on the terror dancing in Heidi’s eyes as she finds mine across the room. Richardson is an unhinged piece of shit, and I have no doubt he will hurt them both to make me suffer.
