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In another five minutes, I glance out the window but they still don’t come back. I tap the steering wheel with my index finger, but I can’t stay put. Something is happening.
Suddenly, a woman’s scream rings out.
I lean over to the passenger seat, grab a mask, and place it over my face. Then I get out of the car and run toward the parking lot. Dan and Tucker are breaking the back window of a shiny Mercedes. They stop when they hear another scream. We all turn our heads toward one of the motel doors. All the rooms face directly onto the parking lot, and one of the doors is open. Sanchez waits on the threshold, holding the baseball bat along his body. His mouth is open in surprise. He stands still, as if paralyzed.
“What the hell is this?” screams Sarah at my side.
Tucker spots me, but he doesn’t understand what’s going on either. He seems to be making sure I’m okay before he starts moving.
Only the car had to be hit.
“Where the hell is Sam?” yells Tucker as he runs to the room.
We’ve been seen. We’re hidden under our masks, but Mark and his mistress will see us. I run back to the room, realizing that Sam didn’t stick to the plan. He entered their hotel room. I hardly arrive near them when Tucker ejects Sam from the room. He’s out of breath and there’s blood on his baseball bat.
“He had to pay!” he yells at Tucker.
“Let’s get out of here,” exclaims Yeleen.
They all leave, but I can’t move. Tucker is still in the room, figuring out what just happened. I step forward, my hands shaking. The mistress is against a wall but has no injuries. However, Mark is kneeling on the floor, holding his lips. He doesn’t seem to have any serious injuries, but it looks like Sam hit him in the face.
Tucker stays in the room for another second and then turns on his heels. He frowns when he sees that I’m still standing in the doorway.
“Get out of here,” he silently orders me.
Oh, yes, he’s furious. Sam has disobeyed him, and we’re definitely all in trouble. Tucker grabs me by the wrist, and we run to get away from the motel.
“I’ll find out who you are, and I’ll destroy you!” yells Mark behind our backs.
Of course he will find us, he will undoubtedly understand the link between his aggression and what happened between TJ and him on Sunday. Only, he wasn’t supposed to see us in the first place. Sam is a fucking asshole.
“So remember one thing,” Tucker tells him in a sharp voice, “if you mess with any of us, we’ll kill you. Touch your wife or your son, and you won’t have a dick to fuck your secretary with.”
I don’t have time to think as Tucker drags me toward my car. When he realizes I’m petrified, he gets my keys and helps me into the vehicle.
Tell me I’m in a nightmare and I’m going to wake up.
Unfortunately, this is reality. And this reality sucks.
39. Wanting More
Iris
My heart continues to beat wildly as I observe my surroundings blankly. We’ve all returned to the chapel at the back of the Bomley property.
Tucker, furious, paces around like a caged lion, eyes locked on the ground, fists clenched along his body. Sam, sitting on a couch next to me, stands up, scratching the back of his neck.
“At least he’ll understand that we’re bonded to each other.”
Tucker freezes at his words and slowly turns to him, glaring. A chill runs up my spine. As if my body, instead of being frightened by his dangerous attitude, finds his behavior attractive. You fool!
“For everyone’s sake,” says Dan, trying to lighten the mood, “shut the fuck up.”
“What? It’s not a big deal,” says Sam with a chuckle.
He’s giving himself a tough-guy look that doesn’t suit him at all. In an instant, Tucker crosses the room and wraps his fingers around Sam’s throat.
What the hell.
