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“We all have a story we will never tell－stories that hurt like hell.”
The scream of sirens grew louder.
The cops were closing in on them faster.
In his twisted mind, she－Sheri McLean－belonged to him. Only to him. And he’d do pretty anything to make sure the cops didn’t get even closer. He just had to do something. Something because－
A bullet hit the rear windshield.
Jones Crouch－the nightmare Sheri hadn’t managed to overcome－was driving one hell fast, and he’d somehow dodged the bullet with a drift in that fast turn. If he hadn’t been much careful, well, a truck would have slammed into them.
“Stop the car, Jones!” Sheri let out a shriek.
The siren from the patrol cars became louder.
She needed to distract him. Needed to get him back to his senses. Maybe she should just knock some sense into his head.
But she was helpless. If something happens, she’d lose her family’s trust. And she knew her fiance was long gone. She knew the damage her mistakes had cost her. “Please, stop the car,” she said once more.
His gaze－bright blue－came back to her. “But I want to protect you.” His voice was deep and hard. I want you close to me. She looked terrified at his gaze. Then he matched the brakes and the car squealed until it stopped moving. “Are you happy now?”
Oh, hell, no…
She nodded. No, I’m not.
“I need to stop them.”
“Fuck. You’ll get us killed. The cops are behind us.” She knew surrendering was the best option for them.
I mean this. He pulled his gun as he stepped out of the car, and then started to fire at the cops.
The cops had stopped hundreds meters away. There were three patrol cars. They threw the doors open and cowered behind them as they fired back at Jones.
“Drop your weapon, asshole!” A cop yelled at him.
“Fuck you,” Jones muttered. He pulled another trigger, but this time he ignored the gunfire. Ignored, because the bullet had hit him in the chest. Jones staggered. The gun was still in his tight grip as he looked down at his chest. “S-Sheri?”
The gunfire ceased. Sheri had thrown the car door open and pushed forward to grab him. His knees sagged, and he fell to the ground.
“No!” It was the same desperate cry that Jones heard when Peter Force told her that it was over between them, and Jones had dragged her into his car and surged away from the ranch…
The cops approached. Sheri ignored them.
Jones had died protecting Sheri. No, he died because he was obsessed with the woman who watched him as he died.
“Sheri…” Jones managed. Still alive, but weak and helpless. This wasn’t the right time, he knew that. But today he’d learned that listening to her would have done him good. Well, there was no perfect moment in life. Never a perfect time. There was just here and now, and to be happy or sad, you had to seize that moment. Right then. “Sheri, I meant what I said before. I love you.”
He wanted her to know that. To understand－always.
“I love you, too,” Sheri whispered back. Because she just had to say it.
“You will take care of our baby.”
“Yes, yes, I promise.”
There was always an end.
He was still alive－and dying.
“You have a family…” he managed, “go back to them…”
Well, he didn’t get to complete his words. His body had stilled and his lids flickered in his gaze.
She shoved against him.
He was cold. Then she reached for the gun. “Help!” Her scream filled his ears. “Someone, we need help!”
And help was coming.
Help was getting ever closer.
The bullet had torn his chest. It has killed him. And his last whisper…it was only a murmur and she didn’t hear them. His head had turned and his lips feathered over her cheek.
“Help us!” Her scream searched the sky. Finding nothing. “Stay with me!” Sheri grabbed the hand of the man who’d died protecting her－the lover with the dark hair and glinting blue eyes.
The lover who was still and cold on the ground.
She yelled at him one last time, “don’t leave me.”
The cops advanced to close the gap between them.
She didn’t want to let him go. She wanted him to open his eyes. To see her. To hold her again. To…kiss her?
One last time.
Tears filled her eyes, gently sliding down her cheeks as it washed away her mascara and leaving behind a slightly rainbow color.
“You’re safe now.” Not in their hands, because Sheri knows the consequences. It will be flagged everywhere in the media.
And soon, she’ll have to face the charges for violation…
She held her hands down with the handcuffs around her wrists.
The EMTs were rushing toward Jones. She’d seen where they had severely opened up a wound to take off a bullet from a victim. And even as an undergraduate medical student, Sheri had so much discomfort with exposure to blood.
I need you. That voice whispered to her. I didn’t think it would end just yet.
One of the EMTs had just finished examining Sheri’s body. She wasn’t hit by any bullet. She was lucky. Wasn’t some damn romantic getaway.
Sheri had bled. She hadn’t noticed that she’d had a lot of blood loss.
“Miss…” one of the Emergency Medical Technicians began. “That’s a lot of blood loss.” Oh, yeah, because a piece of glass from that crunched windshield had sliced into her flesh, her forearm particularly. The pain had been white-hot, burning. Exactly as she’d remembered Jones trying to slice her with a knife when she’d tried to escape from his apartment.
“You have to get the wound treated. You already have lost a lot of blood.” Another EMT said as she introduced a local anesthetic.
Sheri saw the EMT climb into the back of the ambulance. The EMT started cutting away Jones’s shirt. He’d lost a lot of blood, too. The paramedics had a special skill. So they know how and when to use instruments, but there was absolutely nothing to be done to save Jones. They have taken too long as the bullet poisoned his heart.
As he was lowered onto the stretcher inside, Jones’s head turned. Her gaze was on him. I don’t have to be afraid anymore.
Once the EMT was done treating Sheri’s wound, the siren screamed on, taking her away as she saw the ambulance’s door which Jones had laid closed and then rushed forward.
Thank you for reading through the prologue. I will endeavor to post the beginning of the part or chapters and thrive to the end. Enjoyed reading the prologue? Post your comments in the comment section below and let me know your thoughts! Love y’all!
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