Page 82 of Their Stormy Reunion

Tall. Broad. A cruel mouth twisted in a grin beneath a salt-and-pepper beard. His eyes—Michael’s eyes. Only colder. Dead inside.

Sid Martin.

“Harley, no!” I shouted as she lunged for Sid. Sid kicked out and Harley went down.

I went to pick up the gun, but Sid was too fast. He scooped it up and pointed it at me.

I swallowed hard. “Are you going to kill me now?”

“Nope. I want to live stream that shit. Leaving him a body is too easy.”

The cookie dough I’d just eaten lurched back up my throat, and I barely swallowed it down before it could make a return trip.

“But not just you. His fake mama, too.”

My stomach dropped.

“She’s in the car. So get your ass up. You’re coming with me. If you don’t come easily, I’ll do more than just kill his mama. She’s a pretty thing for someone so old.”

Nausea threatened to overwhelm me. “Where are you taking us?”

“Somewhere with an internet connection,” he laughed. “Somewhere private.” He gestured with the gun. “Now get up, and let’s go.”

He grabbed my arm and yanked me up. I let out a squeak of pain as he jerked my injured shoulder. I was forced to step over poor Harley, who was whimpering in pain.

“Tell me where we’re going. Should I take a jacket?”

“Shut the fuck up. You’re going to be dead soon. It won’t matter that you’re going to be cold.”

There you go Michael. A clue.

Chapter Twenty-Five

No.

No.

I slammed the gas pedal down, my truck tearing down the highway at a speed that could get me arrested, but I didn’t care. I barely saw the road. My vision was swimming red.

I had heard it all. Heard that son of a bitch’s voice. Heard the moment Fallon realized what she had to do.

She had set the phone down so I could listen.

She knew I was there.

She knew I was powerless to stop it.

She had done it anyway.

I gritted my teeth, rage clawing through my veins, the wheel creaking under my grip.

Sid had her. He had my mother.

And I was too damn far away to stop it.

She’d had to go with him.

That bastard had forced her hand. He had used my mother as leverage.