Each Other's Only by Colleen S. Myers

Author:Colleen S. Myers [Myers, Colleen S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-29T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Brae paced in the living room, stirring up construction dust. He didn’t care. He didn’t like Sara and Mina being at the funeral without him. He was enough of a man to admit it. Delilah was a scheming bitch. He wouldn’t put anything past her, as Bentley said. She got the prosecutor’s office to look at the case again, stirring up all this bad publicity and malcontent. Who knew what the witch was capable of?

He stopped and turned, again and again. This was maddening.

What could he do?

He felt helpless here, waiting. He wouldn’t let Delilah get away with this. He finally had a chance at a life and a family. The fast food last night reminded him of good times. Old times. He could see a life with her and Delilah wanted to take that. That wasn’t happening.

He agreed with John, they needed reinforcements. Their unit was tight. And they had military resources beyond that. Jackson would help them. John had already contacted him though. Marcus would come help. He knew that. Who else could they get? Maybe Stench? Lord knows the guy loved the fight. I think he would come. And now that he thought about it, Levenson would come as well.

This was good.

Brae went to his computer desk, basically a laptop on coffee table, and sat to get their information. A few minutes later he had the addresses and sent out the call.

His hand hovered over the mouse. Ironically, since Delilah was making such a fuss about David, the funeral was being live-streamed on the local news channel. How depressing was that. The icon for the live feed taunted him. See the antics now. See them.

He shouldn’t look. He really shouldn’t. He would just drive himself crazy, but he knew he was going to. He sighed and clicked the button just in time to see the nightmare unfold.

Delilah yanked Vicki close. John pulled his woman back and then he saw the gun. Oh god, a gun. By Vicki, by Sara and his daughter. He stood up, shouting even though he could do nothing. Dread curled vicious claws around his heart.

What the actual fuck.

“No! Sara! Mina!”

He rubbed his eyes with his hands. This could not be happening. Could it?

A shot and Delilah was on the ground. Maybe things would be better. Maybe they were okay. He ran his hands over his face. That gesture was what saved him. When the rope came down around his neck, his wrists were in the way. The person behind him pulled back hard on the cord and tightened. Brae fell backward into the couch with a wheeze.

The noose cut into the middle of the back of his hands and neck, pulling them tight against his skin. He could feel his wind being cut off. He balled up his hands and the cord started sliding down his hands until he got them sideways.

He only had a few seconds of air left. He threw his whole body back and up, which stunned the would-be assassin.

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