Save Me(WITSEC #2)(63)

“You really think I’d choose revenge over your safety?” he asked.

“I honestly don’t know.” My hand holding the gun shook a little. “I’ve lost everyone, Logan. Don’t take them from me, too.”

He let out a frustrated noise and began pacing. “What do you think will happen if X finds you? What do you think he’ll do to them?”

“He won't find me,” I insisted.

“With how reckless you’ve been, I wouldn’t be so sure.” He stopped pacing and put his hands on his hips.

“He won't,” I repeated.

“I hope you’re right,” he said. He nodded his head once. “Go.”

I backed away slowly; the training he’d given me wouldn’t let me give him my back. Once I stepped out on my porch, I saw the guys waiting for me there out of the corner of my eye.

“Goodbye, Logan,” I said and walked away.

No one spoke until we were all inside the guys’ house.

“I’m probably a minute from breaking down,” I told them.

“Give me the gun first,” Knox said, holding out his hand.

I nodded. I released the clip and placed that into his hand. Then I pulled back the slide and dumped the live round that was in the chamber into my hand. The slide snapped back into place with a loud click. I caught their impressed looks as I handed over the gun and bullet.

“Where are you going to put it?” I asked Knox.

“In my safe with mine.”

My brows lifted. “You have a gun?”

“Why do you sound so surprised?” he asked.

“Because of how you acted when you found out I had one,” I said.

“How many guns do you have?” Creed asked.

“I’d say a lot,” Colt said. “You saw how big that gun safe was in her panic room.”

“I do own a lot of guns,” I said. “Most are hidden in different areas of my house. I keep one in my car. The rest are in the safe.”

Creed cursed.

“They make me feel safe,” I said a little defensively.

Creed held his hands up. “Have as many guns as you want, Shi. You clearly know how to use them.”

I sighed as my thoughts returned to Logan. “That was rough.”

Keelan wrapped an arm across my chest and rested his chin on the top of my head. “Ice cream or popcorn?”

I smiled a little. “Both.”

He kissed the top of my head. “I’ll go get that while you pick a movie.”

Knox disappeared down the hall toward his bedroom as Keelan headed for the kitchen.

Colt grabbed my hand and pulled me against him. “Comedy or superhero movie?”

“Definitely superhero,” I answered.

“DC or Marvel?” Creed asked as he picked up the remote to the TV off the coffee table.

I thought about it. “Surprise me.”

Creed smirked. “Do you still have on the same panties?”

I blushed and shook my head. “I had to change them.”

Colt looked from me to Creed. “So much for getting ice cream.”

“We got ice cream,” Creed said.

“Afterward,” I mumbled.

Creed grinned proudly and asked, “Which panties do you have on now?”

“Joker.”

“The best Joker it is,” Creed said as he scrolled through their digital library on their TV.

I frowned. “By best, you mean Heath Ledger, right?”

Creed shook his head as he scrolled toward the Joker movie starring Joaquin Phoenix.

Colt chuckled and took a step away from me. “I think I’ll go help Keelan.”

“Chickenshit!” Creed yelled as Colt headed for the kitchen.

Colt flipped him off. “You’ll realize your mistake when she’s sleeping in my bed tonight and not yours.”

I folded my arms across my chest as I stared at Creed.

Creed looked from his twin to me, taking in my expression. He cursed and scrolled over to The Dark Knight instead.





23





A noise woke me. Or at least, I thought I heard a noise. I sat up from where I lay between Colt and Creed and looked around the dark room. The bedroom door was still shut and I couldn’t see anything in the darkness.

Feeling silly, I lay back. Just as I closed my eyes, I heard the doorknob turn. As the door began to open slowly and light from the hall bled into the room, I reached for Creed and Colt. “Wake up,” I whispered, grabbing their shoulders. Before I could shake them, I froze. Their skin was cold and wet.

The door opened wider, casting on us a beam of light. I looked down at my now-wet hands and saw that they were covered in blood. I looked from Colt to Creed, my breathing picking up as my wide eyes took in the horror. Their throats were cut and there was blood down their chests and soaked into the sheets.

“Wake up! Please wake up!” I screamed and shook Creed.

“Shiii...loooh,” a voice sang from the hall just before the light was blocked.

I slowly looked back at the door and there he stood, knife in his hand.

Mr. X.

I shook my head, refusing to believe what I was seeing.

“I found you,” he said and stepped into the room.