Twinsequences Ivy (Twisted Twin #2)(28)

“Ma’am, please step back inside your vehicle,” he requested while approaching.

I put up my hands. “I’m sorry officer. I didn’t notice the speed limit signs. My baby was in the backseat crying. He’s sick and we’re taking him to the doctors. Come on, can’t you let it slide this once? It’s not like I’m carting around drugs or something. I’m with my family.”

“I’m going to need you to turn around and put your hands on top the vehicle, Miss.”

He wasn’t pulling me over for a traffic violation. This guy knew I was wanted.

But how? It didn’t make sense. How would they find me in this particular vehicle?

Without regard for what it would mean, I pulled out the gun and fired before he could unstrap his holster. The blow to his shoulder sent him to the ground. Blood oozed from the wound, and I knew I only had seconds to get out of there. I fired one more shot, crippling his ability to walk by blowing out his knee. Surprisingly enough, my aim was spot on.

I ran to the car, praying he couldn’t maneuver his weapon while in such excruciating pain. Stoshua was staring out the back of the car when I climbed in. “What have you done?”

“He’ll live. Shut up and turn around. I told you to act normal.”

“Normal? Nothing about this is normal. You’re putting my kids in danger, Ivy. Next they’ll be firing at us. Let us go. Run away to whatever country you want. Don’t drag us with you. They’re children. They can’t handle this way of life. You’ll always be looking behind your back. I don’t want to do that.”

I pointed the gun between his eyes. A scream echoed from the backseat, so loud it was piercing. “Quiet! I can’t hear myself think.”

Destiny began to cry. She was hugging a stuffed bunny, her bottom lip extended while she pouted. “I want to go home. I don’t want to be a princess. Daddy, I want my mommy.”

“Make her stop, Stoshua.”

“What’s wrong? You can’t take the stress of dealing with a small child? Maybe it’s why you’ll never have kids of your own. Maybe God knows you’re a total psychopath.”

He hit a nerve, causing me to overreact. I took the tip of the gun and aimed it at the back seat. “Make her shut up or you’ll be the only person I take with me.” In my defense I didn’t mean it. The kids were my first priority. I only said it to show him how serious I was.



“Stop the car,” Stoshua replied abruptly. He darted out and started throwing up in the grass on the shoulder.

I jumped out to make sure he was okay, but he waved me back in the car. “Leave me alone, Ivy. Just go away. Keep your crazy ass in one place.”

I couldn’t get upset over him still being salty with me. Unlike my thick skin, Stoshua had never been able to handle extreme situations well. The emotions he was going through were natural. He didn’t have killer tendencies. I didn’t think it was possible for me to do it, until I watched my sister sinking to her death. Now it felt easy to take a life.

The thought still made me grin from cheek to cheek.

Stoshua would learn to accept our relationship. He had to if he wanted to be a part of his kid’s lives.

“We need to get moving. I can’t sit here all day. The cop has probably called for backup by now. Hurry up!”

“Are you serious? You forced me to drive my wife into a pond. You aimed a gun at my head more times than I want to admit, and you’ve just threatened the lives of my children. Why would I want to go anywhere with you? Isn’t it obvious? You make me sick, Ivy. You make me want to take that gun and blow my head off. It’s better than being forced to spend another minute close to you.”

“I’d rethink your words, considering I hold your children’s future in my hands. If you want out, you know what has to happen. I can’t leave loose ends, especially when I know you’ll come looking for us. You need to make up your mind. I don’t have time for you to be indecisive.”

“Screw you!”

With shaking hands I raised the pistol toward him. “If this is how you want to go, it’s your prerogative.”

He said something under his breath and pointed to the car. “You’d shoot me in front of my kids? Do you honestly think Destiny would ever forgive you? Just look at her. She’s scared to death.”

I turned to see the little girl crying her eyes out. Her hands were up against the glass as she wailed her father’s name.

Greif. I felt horrible. She’d broken my heart, and I didn’t know how to convince her I wasn’t the bad guy. I dropped the gun, tucking it into my pants before opening the car door and letting her run out to be with her father. He held her tightly, bracing her whole body in his strong arms. “Daddy’s got you.”

“I want to go home.” She cried. “I want my mommy.”

Sirens could be heard in the distance. They were coming for me, and this time I wouldn’t be going back to the mental institution. They’d take me straight to jail, where I’d probably spend the rest of my life in a concrete cell. Destiny had already decided she didn’t want anything to do with her new fairy godmother. I’d played this out in my head too many times to be able to accept it wouldn’t work out.

While I struggled with my next move, the sirens were getting closer. I had a decision to make, and no time to dwell on what I couldn’t change. I’d done this to take down my sister. She was gone, and now I had the chance to be my own person, with or without Stoshua and his daughter.