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We drove for hours, with music blaring loud enough I could hear it from the trunk. I kicked at the taillights to no avail and screamed until my throat went raw. In between songs, I caught snatches of the two men’s conversation. Words like kill, bury, and mine floated back to me until I was so exhausted from the adrenaline pumping through my body that I dozed off.

A car door slammed, and I jerked awake painfully, my restraints cutting into my arms and ankles. I was sure one of my wrists was bleeding.

“Get her out.”

Panic broke through the grogginess. No. No, no, no. Suddenly, the trunk seemed like the safest place in the world, and I didn’t want to leave it. I’d been dreaming of Boston, but not the Boston I knew now. One who was older. Still hot as hell, but gray flecked his hair, and though I couldn’t see myself, I’d felt the wisdom of years I didn’t currently possess. I wanted to go back there, to that safe, warm space, that promised a future with him.

The trunk opened, but they didn’t say a word.

Their silence told me everything I needed to know.

I wasn’t going to get that future with Boston. I wasn’t going to get a future at all.

I let out another scream, this one less full of fear and more full of the pain of knowing what was coming.

Strong hands gripped my upper arms and yanked me from the trunk only to throw me on the gravel road. Skin scraped along hard rock, cuts opening up and bleeding, but I barely felt it over the pain of knowing I’d feel nothing soon.

“I love him,” I mumbled.

“What was that, bitch?” Eddie’s harsh voice taunted.

“I love him,” I repeated, louder this time. Stronger.

He was all I’d thought about since this whole thing started. I didn’t want my mother. Or my friends, though where Fawn was right now, and whether she was even alive scared the shit out of me. But the person I wanted most was Boston. I yearned for the safety of his arms. For the press of his lips against my hair.

I would have given anything for one last kiss. We hadn’t shared enough of them. There hadn’t been time. But somehow, I knew, even a whole lifetime of his kisses wouldn’t have been enough. “I love him.”

The mask was ripped from me, the scratchy material scraping my face as it lifted.

Bright lights shone straight into my eyes, blinding me after being in the darkness for hours.

A gun barrel was pressed to my temple.

I whimpered. “Please,” I whispered, shutting my eyes against the glare. Against reality.

“Please what?”

“Don’t hurt Fawn. If she’s still alive. Do what you want with me, I’ve done the bad shit to deserve it. But Fawn hasn’t. She doesn’t deserve this.”

“And you do? You deserve to die out here tonight?”

I couldn’t answer. A full-body tremble took over, even though the night air was warm.

He pushed the gun harder into my temple, forcing my head to one side.

I waited for it.

The blast of the gun going off and the instant darkness as the bullet took my life.

Eddie leaned down, his lips brushing my cheek. “Not today, bitch. I don’t need your daddy searching me down because I offed his little princess. You’re not like my girl. Ain’t nobody gonna miss her when she’s mine and mine alone. But you, you’re a thorn in my side that I don’t need.”

My brain scrambled to keep up, trying to make sense of what he was saying.

“Stay there while I drive away. I’ll be watching in the rearview mirror. I see you looking, even so much as twitching in my direction, and it’ll be Fawn down on her knees with a gun at her temple. Got me, bitch?”

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