Fearless (Broken Love, #5)(63)

“I didn’t have reason to kill him, but I have more than enough reasons to kill you.” I stepped over his dead brother and picked up the gun. Pointing it at him, I cocked my head. “So why wouldn’t I?”

“Because I can help your boyfriend.”

“How?”

“I’ll turn myself in and confess to his father’s murder.”

“Why would you do that? Do you fear death so much?”

“I won’t get life. I can be out in time to see my baby graduate from college.” He looked so hopeful. It was too bad really.

“What baby?” I asked coldly. I held his gaze until he visibly began to sweat or maybe it was the stress from his organs shutting down.

“But you said—”

“I said a lot of things. Only some of them were true.”

“You bitch!” He moved in a pitiful attempt to lunge for me, so I shot his leg and shoulder. He collapsed back against the floor, staining the carpet further with his new wound. He looked as if he was barely breathing so I ran upstairs to find the girls.

I searched every room until I found them huddled together in the bathtub. My heart ached for them knowing they would suffer later through bad memories and nightmares. Sadly, it wasn’t over for them.

Maddie wailed into her sister’s shoulder at the sight of the gun, and I cursed my stupidity for not hiding it.

“Lake, what’s happening? Where are my daddy and Uncle Greg?” Cassie sobbed.

“Sweetie, everything is going to be okay, but I need you girls to be very brave and come downstairs with me.”

“We can’t. My daddy will get mad.”

“I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” I held out the hand that wasn’t holding the gun and waited for her to make a decision. I exhaled relief when she finally took my hand and helped her sister up. “Now I want you to close your eyes—both of you—and keep them shut. Hold tight to Maddie’s hand and don’t let go, okay?”

They both nodded and closed their eyes. I led them out and down the stairs. Greg lay there with his eyes closed, but as we passed, his eyes popped open. “Keep your eyes closed, girls. Almost there.” I pointed the gun at his head and silently dared him to move.

I opened the door and led them safely outside. The little boy from before stood on the porch clutching a bat.

“Ar–are you okay?” he asked, but it wasn’t directed at me. His gaze was on Cassie. She looked as surprised as I did when she nodded. I was studying his handsome features and mentally calculating all the hearts he would break one day when it suddenly dawned on me… this was Cassie’s Ryan. I was further stumped when he took her hand from mine and pulled her close to him. He then looked up at me and hardened his tone. “What happened?”

It took me a few tries to form words. “Ryan, I need you to do me a favor.” He quickly recovered from the surprise of me knowing his name. “I need you to look after them. Get them as far away from this house as possible. Is there a neighbor who can look after you?”

He hesitantly nodded and said, “Mrs. Peterson already called the cops. We can wait with her.”

“Good.” I watched them leave before opening Greg’s car door and fishing out my phone. I sent up a prayer before turning on the screen and nearly fell to my knees at the saved voice recording notification.

It worked.

The recording lasted a couple of hours before an incoming call interrupted the recording. There were missed calls from Keenan, Sheldon, Willow, and my aunt. I pushed them to the back of my mind once again and headed for the house once more. I still had to finish this.

I drew the gun again and entered the house. Greg had managed to sit himself up against the wall.

“If you don’t help me now, you’ll seal his fate. He’ll rot and die in prison!”

“I sealed his future before you shot my friend.”

I kept the gun trained on him and lifted my phone. I hit record letting our conversation and his confession play out as well as his plan to blackmail Keiran by using me. His angry face contorted with rage as he continued to spew threats.

“See you in hell, Greg.”

I left him inside with his dead brother and sat on the porch to wait for the cavalry.





Chapter TwentyTwo


KEIRAN



I had been reduced to a rabid, wild animal as I paced my cell. It had been an entire fucking week since Lake walked out of here with her life in the balance. I told her to fight. I told her she’d win. Had I been wrong? In some way, had I caused her death or saved her?

Not one person came by to see me or answered my phone calls. I began to think they were all dead, and just when the possibility became more real, I was given the first sign of life.

“You’re lawyer’s here,” the guard announced. I couldn’t let him cuff me fast enough. Once he did, he led me to the rooms used for lawyer visitation. Thompson was sitting there along with the idiot detective. The one whose nose I’d broken was nowhere to be found.

“Masters, today might be a good day for you,” the detective greeted. I kept my anger in check because answers were more important to me, and I wouldn’t get any if I had to be dragged back to my cell.

“Why am I here?” I directed my question at Thompson and ignored the detective.