The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Chapter 245: GUNPOINT

Abigail

"Meemaw, for the last time, yes, I packed the pepper spray."

"Don’t take that tone with me," Meemaw grumbled over the phone, her face turning sour on the camera.

I was on a video call with her, and her mood seemed to have improved from four days ago when she first found out my parents’ case was public.

To say she had been furious was an understatement.

"You’re not a cat, Abby! You do not have nine lives. Do you realize what you’ve done? What if we do not get the culprit?!"

"Meemaw," I sighed. "Finnegan is helping, okay. He was able to get this out there when I couldn’t even manage it myself. We know who the culprit is. It’s his brother-"

"Yeah, and that’s way too much of a coincidence, no?" She grumbled, her lips pressing into a thin line. "I like the hunk, but he comes from a murderous family, which doesn’t speak well."

She glanced around before leaning closer to the phone. "What if it’s in the blood?"

It was so ridiculous I couldn’t help but laugh. I was getting dressed for work. The search for Devin was still ongoing.

Every day felt like walking a tightrope. The police were actively hunting him, but it was as though he had dissolved into thin air.

It didn’t help that Gina the witch wasn’t making any moves either. Ever since the case went public, she must have locked herself in her pretty mansion.

How did I know this? Finnegan had Gina’s housekeeper reporting her every move. He said Martha was like a mother to both him and Devin, and it was devastating that Gina and Devin were so far gone that they had their own people turning against them.

But even with all the resources Finnegan had at his disposal, Gina remained elusive as a slimy snake.

Finnegan had explained it to me the night before.

"My mother is avoiding contact with Devin on purpose," he said, his fingers tracing slow circles on my back.

"She’s always several steps ahead. She knows the moment she reaches out it could be traced. But unfortunately for her, Devin is impulsive. He doesn’t think like she does, and that is going to be a very costly mistake."

The memory of Devin’s cold green eyes at the racetrack launch still haunted me. Today we were preparing for an important seminar — a high-profile automobile industry event where Finnegan was scheduled to speak.

The tension in the house was thick, but we kept things as normal as possible for Angel’s sake. After ending the call with Meemaw and assuring her I was fine, I finished dressing in a sleek navy pantsuit.

We arrived at the venue an hour later. I had a few members from the design department helping set up the booth displaying mini prototypes of all of Wolfe’s vehicles while Finnegan sat at the high table alongside other speakers, discussing the challenges facing the automobile industry.

His eyes were lit with excitement the way they had been lately, and my heart swelled at the sight.

"Miss Kellerman? Miss Kellerman, did you bring the tape?"

I pulled my eyes away from Finnegan and looked at Jason, who was smiling nervously at me.

"Oh yes, sorry Jason," I said. "It’s in the car. I forgot to bring it up. I’ll be right back."

I headed down to the underground parking lot. It was quiet, the fluorescent lights throwing long, strange shadows between the cars.

I reached my car, pulled the back door open, and leaned in to grab the tape from the seat when a hand clamped hard over my mouth from behind.

I froze for half a second before instinct took over. I tried to scream but the hand was locked tight. A solid body shoved me against the side of the car, cold metal pressing into my chest.

"Shhh, not so little anymore, are you?" a familiar voice breathed against my ear, sending ice crawling down my spine. "You’ve grown up so nicely, Abigail Kellerman. I’ve been waiting to finish what I started that night."

Devin. The fucking devil.

Terror detonated through me. His hand shifted to my throat, tightening, cutting off my air. I gasped and clawed at his wrist but he was too strong.

Memories slammed into me — the car crash, the rain, his face in the moonlight as he tried to choke the life out of me.

I fought like something cornered and feral. My knee drove up hard, catching him directly in the groin.

Devin grunted in pain, his grip loosening just enough for me to wrench free. I snatched a loose concrete slab from near the tire and hurled it at his face with everything I had. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"HELP!" I screamed, my voice raw and desperate.

He lunged again but I sidestepped, still screaming. Footsteps thundered from the entrance and Finnegan’s security team poured in, trooping toward us.

Devin pulled a gun. The metal caught the light as he leveled it straight at my head, his green eyes wild with fury.

"Stay back!" he screamed at the guards. "One more step and I put a bullet in her pretty little head!"

The security team froze, hands hovering near their weapons. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat.

"You should have stayed quiet," he hissed at me. "You and your parents. Always poking your noses where they don’t belong."

I held his gaze, breathing ragged, refusing to let him see how badly my hands were shaking. "You should have finished the job that night. Then you wouldn’t be standing here with a gun, desperate and cornered."

"Miss Kellerman, do not goad him!" one of the guards called out as they inched forward.

Devin’s finger tightened on the trigger. "Tell them to back off. Now."

I lifted my chin. "Call the police."

His eyes widened. "Don’t play games with me, little girl. I am not my brother."

"Oh, I know that very well," I said. "He’s not a pathetic two-bit coward like you."

"Miss Kellerman, please!"

"He’ll kill me anyway," I snapped at the guards. "Don’t listen to him, call the police. Now!"