Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
“Let me come to you.” I lifted my arms as if to hug her. “Please, let me come to you.”
Her shoulders slumped, gun still in her hand but relaxed at her side. I tried not to look directly at it as I took one step forward and paused. Caitlyn nodded, tears slipping freely down her cheeks now.
Heart in my throat, feeling like any second she might put a bullet in my brain, I tried not to let my fear show as I bridged the distance between us and wrapped her in my arms. She was shorter than me, and she buried her face in my neck as I squeezed her tight and ran a soothing hand down her back. Murmuring calming noises, I tensed ever so slightly when she brought her arms up around me. One fist clenched onto my dress while the cold press of metal touched my bare skin as she rested the gun against me to return the hug.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, pulse increasing as I prepared to fight. “It’s okay.”
Then I struck.
I yanked her head back by the ponytail and then wrapped my hand around her throat, squeezing tight as I turned to grab her gun hand. I got hold of her wrist and pushed her arm away, the gun away, as I squeezed her throat, my nails digging into the skin.
Her face turned purple, her eyes huge with rage, and I startled as the gun went off, a bullet blasting into the ceiling.
Releasing her throat, I got purchase on her shoulder and yanked it back in the wrong direction. I heard something pop as she screamed, and the gun clattered to the ground.
I scrambled toward it, even as I felt her claw at my back, her nails raking down my skin so hard, I knew she drew blood. Then my hair. She pulled so hard, but with a rage I didn’t know I had in me, I screamed and shoved her with all my might.
As I straightened with the gun in my hand, I turned to find her sprawled across the floor, hair askew and throat bright red, holding her dislocated shoulder. I pointed the gun at her and fear widened her eyes.
“Move.” I gestured to the bed. “Now!”
Whimpering in agony, Caitlyn crawled over to the bed and turned to face me. Her tear-streaked face made her seem like the victim.
“Code to the door or I’ll blow your brains out.”
“P-please, don’t leave me in here.”
“It’s only until the cops arrive. Code. Now. Or I will shoot you and tell everyone it was self-defense, and they’ll believe me since you fucking kidnapped me!”
She flinched and then nodded, crying hard. “0508.”
My birthday.
Sick to my stomach, I walked backward out of the unit, gun on her the whole time as I input the code to close the doors and step back like she had.
“Please, Ari. Please!” she wailed pitifully.
Tears thickened my throat. I didn’t know if they were for her, for how lost she was. I think they were for her. She was so lost, and I wasn’t. And I hated her. But I also felt unbearably sad for her too.
Tears flowing down my face, I turned and ran toward the exit. I had to find North. I had to let him know I was okay.
Bursting out of the doors, I squinted against the bright sunlight, the afternoon heat that told me it had definitely been more than twenty-four hours since Caitlyn took me.
I scanned the empty lot before me.
Hurrying out onto the blistering pavement, I tried to think. Think. Think. Think. There had to be a business around here with actual people in it.
“You know, you really should have run.”
At the sound of Caitlyn’s voice, I turned slowly around but with the gun raised. To my horror, Caitlyn stood before me with a gun gripped in her hand.
She stared at me like I was the most disappointing person she’d ever encountered. “There’s a safety in each of the storage facilities so people don’t get locked in. A keypad. It was hidden by a pile of boxes. I mean, you wouldn’t have gotten out because you didn’t know the code until today. But I got out.”
“And there was another gun in the room?” I asked, my knees shaking as I forced my hand not to. I didn’t want her to see my fear. And to think just seconds before, I’d actually felt sorry for her.
Caitlyn smirked. “There’s a hole in the floor beneath the bed. You wouldn’t have found it.” Her smile fell. “I can’t live in a world where you don’t want to be with me, Ari.”
“Caitlyn—”
“It’s Ariella.” She narrowed her eyes. “And I misspoke: You can’t live in a world where you don’t want to be with me.”
Forty-Two
NORTH
The last traffic camera to pick up Aria’s rental was in Little Tokyo.