Chapter 43
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
EMMA
A lex stalked towards Arran with purpose and pressed the barrel of his gun right against his forehead.
“She’s all I’m fucking here for,” he snapped, and he glared at him, panting as he kept the gun pressed against his head, his finger ready on the trigger. But he didn’t pull it, and Arran just grinned back at him as he stood tall and proud, not showing a hint of fear as death looked him in the eye.
“Do you think you’re here to do your hero bullshit?” Arran asked, then tutted. “We’ve talked about this, remember? You need to work on that saviour complex of yours. It isn’t doing you any good. You need to stop with that shit. She...” He pointed right at me. “Isn’t part of our story. She isn’t part of any of this.” And he shrugged nonchalantly as he added, “She needs to go.”
“She’s going nowhere,” Alex snapped and in a fit of anger, he moved away from Arran, walking towards me, but keeping his gun trained on his evil brother.
He knelt beside me, gun still in the air, as he used his other hand to try and rip the duct tape from my ankles. “I’m getting you out of here,” he whispered as he yanked at the tape. “You’re gonna be okay.”
It wasn’t easy to work with one hand, and as he took his eyes off his brother to assess what he was doing, we heard a click.
I looked up to see Arran pointing a gun right at me. Alex did too, and instantly, he stood up, placing himself in front of me and holding his own gun in both hands as he sneered at his brother, “Put the fucking gun down.”
“Not happening,” Arran replied, sidestepping to get to me.
Alex moved too, and Arran laughed.
“You can try and protect her all you want, but I’ll just shoot you in the kneecaps to get you out of the way before I shoot her in the head.”
“Do you think I won’t shoot you first?” Alex sneered.
“You could. But I’m hoping you won’t.”
“Why?” Alex stood his ground, his body tense as he challenged his brother.
“Because,” Arran said, dropping his arm to his side, the one that held the gun. “That isn’t what I had planned for us.”
“Whatever you’ve got planned, she isn’t a part of it,” Alex hissed.
“No. She isn’t,” Arran concurred.
“Then let her go.”
Arran cocked his head to the side, paused, and then shrugged. “Maybe I can revise the plan a little. Make her watch it all play out, instead. See? I can compromise when I need to.”
“Watch what?” Alex asked with his gun still trained on Arran.
“The performance of my life... or should I say, our lives.”