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the space where the window had been and brought a canister, then unscrewed it and tossed its contents onto the bonnet of the car.
Petrol fumes met her nose.
“No,” she whispered. “No, you’re not going to do this. Step away from the car, right now.” Emily kept her tone as calm as she could manage, but he didn’t take heed. A low panic had built to a scream in her mind.
He wanted to kill them. He wanted to burn them alive.
“Mommy, please help us.”
“Open the back door, get out,” she yelled back at Jared.
“Child lock’s on.” Brian observed with a grin. “I covered my bases on this one. I should’ve done the same on the night I killed those two old fogies in their car. Dumb fucks never saw me coming.”
“Let the children go and I won’t tell anyone about that.”
“What does it matter, Emily? Everyone already knows about the debt, my public profile has been thrown into disarray. You’ve destroyed me already and that’s fine, because now I’m going to destroy you.” He brought out a lighter and tossed his cigar butt aside. It landed on the grass nearby, smoking.
The sun fell past the edge of the world, that last shimmer of orange light disappearing. Reality was colored purple.
“Don’t do it, please,” she said, stepping forward, kicking off her heels so she could run at him when the time was right.
“You wanted this all along.” He moved the lighter through the air, burning a trail with flame which would remain in her memory for eternity.
He bent sideways and lit the petrol. Flames swept up the front of the car, and the kids shrieked and battered the doors and windows.
Emily sprinted towards Brian.
He drew a gun from the back of his pants and pointed it at her. “Stop right there.”
But she couldn’t do that. She wouldn’t let him destroy her children. It was over.
Emily charged forward and a guttural roar erupted from her lips, travelling from the depths of her soul, a summary of the pain he’d inflicted on her life.
She was moments from reaching him. She streaked past the back window of the car, the heat from the flames was unbearable.
Bang!
Agony sprouted in her left shoulder and she dropped to the ground, clutching at it. “Fuck,” she whispered, and tried rolling away, but it was fruitless.
The pain was too much and she groaned.
“Stupid woman. You’ve never thought more than two steps ahead.” Brian’s shoes appeared in her gaze.
The children’s screams intensified, and the sharp scent of burning petrol clogged the air. She coughed feebly and struggled against the injury to regain control of her senses.
He stood above her, and she raised her head to glare up at him. Brian pointed the gun at the center of her forehead and she ducked down. The kids. If they saw him shoot her in the head, there’d be brain splatter.
She didn’t want them to witness that.
“Let them go,” she grunted, “you’ve got me, you’ve got what you wanted from the start. Just please, let them go, Brian. Have a heart.”
But he didn’t move towards the car door to the let them out.
“I’m going to kill you now.”
“Not if I can help it.” Chase Newman’s voice broke through the terror.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Brian asked, but he didn’t drop the gun. Emily glared up at him, then glanced sideways at Chase.
That car would blow soon, there wasn’t time for talk. She needed a moment, an out, to get her kids to safety. The car was close enough, all she had to do was open the back door and let them out.
Those fumes were high, and the paint on the bonnet popped and cracked. Too close now.
“Drop the gun.” Chase stepped forward.
Emily glared at the pair of them, waiting for her moment. Her brain was foggy, spinning from the blood loss, but the agony had dulled slightly.
She was numb from pain? That had to be it.
Brian trembled,
Petrol fumes met her nose.
“No,” she whispered. “No, you’re not going to do this. Step away from the car, right now.” Emily kept her tone as calm as she could manage, but he didn’t take heed. A low panic had built to a scream in her mind.
He wanted to kill them. He wanted to burn them alive.
“Mommy, please help us.”
“Open the back door, get out,” she yelled back at Jared.
“Child lock’s on.” Brian observed with a grin. “I covered my bases on this one. I should’ve done the same on the night I killed those two old fogies in their car. Dumb fucks never saw me coming.”
“Let the children go and I won’t tell anyone about that.”
“What does it matter, Emily? Everyone already knows about the debt, my public profile has been thrown into disarray. You’ve destroyed me already and that’s fine, because now I’m going to destroy you.” He brought out a lighter and tossed his cigar butt aside. It landed on the grass nearby, smoking.
The sun fell past the edge of the world, that last shimmer of orange light disappearing. Reality was colored purple.
“Don’t do it, please,” she said, stepping forward, kicking off her heels so she could run at him when the time was right.
“You wanted this all along.” He moved the lighter through the air, burning a trail with flame which would remain in her memory for eternity.
He bent sideways and lit the petrol. Flames swept up the front of the car, and the kids shrieked and battered the doors and windows.
Emily sprinted towards Brian.
He drew a gun from the back of his pants and pointed it at her. “Stop right there.”
But she couldn’t do that. She wouldn’t let him destroy her children. It was over.
Emily charged forward and a guttural roar erupted from her lips, travelling from the depths of her soul, a summary of the pain he’d inflicted on her life.
She was moments from reaching him. She streaked past the back window of the car, the heat from the flames was unbearable.
Bang!
Agony sprouted in her left shoulder and she dropped to the ground, clutching at it. “Fuck,” she whispered, and tried rolling away, but it was fruitless.
The pain was too much and she groaned.
“Stupid woman. You’ve never thought more than two steps ahead.” Brian’s shoes appeared in her gaze.
The children’s screams intensified, and the sharp scent of burning petrol clogged the air. She coughed feebly and struggled against the injury to regain control of her senses.
He stood above her, and she raised her head to glare up at him. Brian pointed the gun at the center of her forehead and she ducked down. The kids. If they saw him shoot her in the head, there’d be brain splatter.
She didn’t want them to witness that.
“Let them go,” she grunted, “you’ve got me, you’ve got what you wanted from the start. Just please, let them go, Brian. Have a heart.”
But he didn’t move towards the car door to the let them out.
“I’m going to kill you now.”
“Not if I can help it.” Chase Newman’s voice broke through the terror.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Brian asked, but he didn’t drop the gun. Emily glared up at him, then glanced sideways at Chase.
That car would blow soon, there wasn’t time for talk. She needed a moment, an out, to get her kids to safety. The car was close enough, all she had to do was open the back door and let them out.
Those fumes were high, and the paint on the bonnet popped and cracked. Too close now.
“Drop the gun.” Chase stepped forward.
Emily glared at the pair of them, waiting for her moment. Her brain was foggy, spinning from the blood loss, but the agony had dulled slightly.
She was numb from pain? That had to be it.
Brian trembled,
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