He was never really hers. But you can’t argue with crazy.
“You destroyed me so now I’m going to destroy you.” That gun is aimed right at me and I hate it. “Let’s take Andrew’s truck. I like the idea of all of this happening in something he owns. This way, he’ll never forget.”
All of this happening—oh God, what is she talking about? “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
She straightens out her arm, that gun coming dangerously close to me. “Go unlock the fucking truck right now.”
I do as she asks, hitting the keyless remote again, the wrong button this time. The one that sets the horn alarm off.
“Stupid bitch,” she mutters just as the door to Drew’s apartment swings open. He’s standing there, clad only in a pair of sweatpants that hang loose on his hips, and I see the greedy, lustful gleam that fills Adele’s gaze when she sees him.
I think I’m going to be sick.
His eyes widen when he sees the gun in Adele’s hand. He looks at me, panic in his eyes, his expression grim. “What the hell is going on?”
“Shut that fucking thing off!” Adele screams and I hit the button, silencing the car.
I turn my gaze on Drew, trying to convey everything I can to him in that one long look.
And then it hits me. I know exactly what I need to say that’ll let him know this is serious. Not that a gun isn’t serious, because holy shit, I hate her shaky grip, the way she waves the gun around. How completely unhinged she is. This bitch is close to losing her shit—and she wants me to take the fall for all her troubles.
“Hey Drew,” I say, raising my voice, tipping my head in Adele’s direction. “Marshmallow.”
Chapter Twenty-One
I’ll be here for you. Always. – Drew Callahan
Drew
I called 911 right before I opened the door. I don’t know what compelled me to peek through the front window but I’m so fucking glad I did. Adele standing there pointing a gun at Fable—hell. I almost bolted outside right then.
But I knew I needed to keep a calm head. Fable’s life is at stake here. I needed to handle this right. So I told the emergency operator there was a crazy woman waving a gun around my parking lot and hung up.
Now the crazy woman is looking straight at me. I recognize that look. For a moment, I feel like I’m fifteen again. Trapped, with nowhere to go. Hating myself for what’s about to happen. Wishing I was strong enough to tell her no. That awful helplessness is winding its way through me, paralyzing me for one long, agonizing moment.
And then my girl says the magic word, the one that automatically springs me into action.
“Adele. Put the gun down.” My voice is firm. I don’t want her to argue with me.
“No.” Her voice is shaky, as is the smile she flashes at me. “She’s ruined my life, Andrew. It’s all her fault.”
“It’s not her fault. It’s mine.” I start down the sidewalk toward where they’re standing. “I’m sorry for what I did to you.”
She frowns. Tears dampen her cheeks, her eyes are filled with so much sadness. This woman is completely broken. Lost.
I can’t work up an ounce of sympathy for her. Everything that’s happened to her, she’s brought on herself.
“You’re not sorry.” Adele shakes her head. “None of you are. You don’t care what happens to me. How I’ve lost everything. Where am I supposed to go now? What am I supposed to do?”
I focus all of my attention on Adele. I’m worried about Fable. I hate that Adele is pointing a gun at her. But I can’t let the fear grip me. I need to save my girl. “A divorce isn’t the end of the world.”
“Yes, it is!” Adele wails, waving the gun around. “I’m ruined. I have nothing. Nothing to live for.”
“Put the gun down,” I say softly. She’s scaring me. I chance a look at Fable and her posture is rigid, her shoulders back. She looks almost defiant.
But I note the fear in her gaze, the way her lips tremble subtly. She’s scared as hell.
So am I.
“I should just shoot her now and put her out of my misery,” Adele mutters.
“No!” I clamp my lips shut, pissed I yelled at her. I just showed my hand and hope like hell it didn’t register with Adele. “You’ll go to jail. Do you want that? To spend the rest of your life in prison?”
Adele shrugs. “It doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing matters anymore.”
“Shoot me, then,” I say, stepping in front of Fable. “If you’re going to do it, shoot me. You can’t blame Fable. She has nothing to do with any of this.”