Chapter 60 Gabi
GABI
Present Day
“Monroe, where are you going?” I scream as she drives like a maniac down the twisted road.
Headlights close in on our car, and panic consumes my mind. I can’t think straight. I have no idea how Monroe is driving a car right now, because I can’t find words to speak.
“Take off the ring and give the finger back to me,” Monroe shouts, handing me the bloody finger. “In the glovebox!” she instructs over the roar of the engine. “Open the condom.”
“Monroe, you’ve fucking lost your mind!”
“Do it!” she screams at the top of her lungs.
My fingers shake so badly, I’ve lost all dexterity.
I free the bloody ring and hand the appendage back to Monroe.
The car jerks violently from side-to-side, and papers spill from the glovebox but I manage to catch the condom.
The ring is going in the condom, I’ve figured out that much on my own, but why?
“Hurry!” Monroe shouts, which only makes my fingers shake more. Using my teeth, I tear the condom wrapper open and free the slimy, translucent latex.
“Tie it and shove it up your vagina!” she yells, daring a glance over at my lap, which almost costs us the next turn.
The headlights have caught up to us and now honk violently. They keep trying to pass, but Monroe cuts them off. As terrified as I am of whomever is in the car, I’m certain we’re going to crash.
“I can’t!” I wail, reaching inside my panties. My vagina is a steel trap of fear right now and there’s no way I can fit this bulbus ring inside.
“Fucking do it!” Monroe screams, and tears slip from my eyes as I press the uncomfortable, gargantuan piece of jewelry up into my vaginal canal like a dry tampon. Our surroundings have gone pitch-black, we’re out of the city, and Monroe’s headlights barely provide enough visibility to drive.
The car jerks violently to the right as Monroe takes a turn fast enough to flip us over. I swear to God I feel the tires lift from the road. Somehow, we don’t flip, but the car behind us is relentless, and suddenly, we’re thrown forward as the car chasing us slams into our bumper.
“Hold on,” Monroe cautions, but it’s too late.
The car behind us slams into our rear again, and this time, sends us spinning off the road.
Monroe tries to course correct as she slams on the brakes, but it’s no use.
The car flies, airborne, headfirst into a thicket of trees.
Airbags deploy on impact, and I know instantly it’s over. Life is over. We’re fucking dead.
The driver’s side door is flung open, and I look over to see my friend struggling to regain consciousness.
“Get out,” a male voice demands. I’m ninety-nine percent certain it’s Kieren, but my ears ring with the sound of airbags detonating. Before I have time to register what’s happening to Monroe, my door is also flung open.
A large body shoves its way across my chest to unbuckle my seatbelt.
“No!” I scream when I realize what’s happening. “No!” I begin to kick and thrash my arms, anything to get away from Jace’s hold, but he’s too overpowering and drags me from the car by my waist despite my best efforts to cling to any scrap of seatbelt or doorframe.
In my haste to get back in the car as we escaped Sigma, I forgot to replace the gun in my holster, and now I realize I’m weaponless. As Jace pulls me to the road, my screams die in my throat when I see the horror unfolding in front of me, illuminated by the headlights of the black BMW.
“Shit,” I hear Jace curse under his breath as he sees it too. Monroe stands on the ledge of the bridge at gunpoint.
Jace’s firm hand wraps around my forearm and both of us start running.
“Kieren, stop!” Jace pleads as he skids to a halt ten feet from the madman. “Don’t do this!”
Kieren’s right arm is fully extended, the barrel of his gun pointed directly at Monroe’s forehead, as he presses his wrapped, bloody left hand against his chest. Blood covers his white T-shirt and skin.
It’s smeared across his face and down the side of his neck.
I don’t know how he’s even standing given the blood loss.
“Give me back my ring,” Kieren demands. His outstretched arm shakes like he barely has the strength to hold it up.
“Come get it,” Monroe taunts.
“How about I kill your fucking friend?” Kieren snaps, whirling around to face me. I scream, thinking this second is my last, when Jace shoves me behind his body.
“Move, Jace!” Kieren barks.
“Kieren, we need to get you to a hospital,” Jace states in a shockingly measured and calm tone. “Put the gun down.”
“No!” Kieren wails like a deranged animal. “She deserves to die. They both deserve to die!”
“And we’ll kill them,” Jace offers in placation. Despite knowing this would likely be my fate, I’m still dismayed and pissed to hear Jace say it out loud. To offer up my life so easily…
“But not like this,” Jace continues. “Come on, Kieren. Not like this. We caught them, okay? It’s over.
Let’s take them back to Sigma, put them in their cages.
You can fuck Monroe until she begs for mercy.
We can kill them when the time is right.
No one is going to come looking for Monroe, you said so yourself.
It’s the perfect way to lessen the scrutiny, and we both know Sigma can’t afford any more scrutiny right now. ”
Seconds tick by in silence, and I hold my breath thinking Kieren will agree to this outcome, even though I can’t believe the options on the table are life in a dog cage or death.
“No Kieren!” Jace shouts, and I shove him aside just in time to see Kieren stalk up to Monroe, holding the gun inches from her heart.