Chapter 20
“You really want to tell me that your sister knows nothing?”
Anya nodded. Roan hit her in the face and she groaned.
“If you don’t like my answers, why do you ask in the first place?”
She spat out blood and parts of a tooth. Her dentist would be furious.
“Oh, I like your answers, I just don’t believe them.”
He smiled.
“You really want me to believe that you came here without your sister knowing?”
“Yes.”
The next punch made her feel dizzy. Her rips were aching and she could’t see out of her left eye. She was tied to a chair, there was no chance in hell she would get out of this. She cursed herself for being so stupid. She should have told Lexa. She should have told anyone, but as usual she had thought she could handle this alone. Damn her stupid hubris.
“You could just let me go.”
He laughed.
“And why would I do that?”
“Because the police is after you and murder doesn’t look good on your resume.”
“It’s a little late for that, don’t you think? After your sister’s girlfriend?”
Anya sighed.
“So it was you. Why?”
He shrugged.
“She was collateral damage. I couldn’t know she’d take your car. … But anyway …”
He pulled the gun from the waistband of his jeans and turned off the safety.
“I’ve heard what I wanted to hear. If your sister comes after me I will deal with her.”
He pointed his gun at Anya.
“Say hi to Costia for me!”
“Stop!”
Lexa had his gun directed at him. She looked furious.
Roan flinched.
“Well, this is unfortunate.”
He looked at her.
“You should lower your gun though or I’ll blow your sister’s head off.”
“Or I could just shoot you.”
“And risk me pulling the trigger? I don’t think you would.”
He smiled.
“Lower your weapon and we can talk.”
Lexa’s thoughts were racing. She prayed that Bellamy and Lincoln were here by now. She had to play for time.
“Roan, don’t you think you should consider giving up? I knocked out your guards. I freed the women. There is nothing left for you to win.”
He chuckled.
“That’s a weird pep talk from someone who wants me not to shoot her sister.”
He pulled the trigger. The bullet crashed into the wall next to Anya’s head making her jump as far as the restraints would let her.
“Put down the weapon or the next one won’t miss.”
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“Monty! Are you okay?”
“Light headache, I’ll live.”
Clarke looked at the blood on Monty’s face.
“I’ll call 911.”
“I don’t need an ambulance.”
“Don’t try to be a hero. Even if you’re okay, they are clearly not.”
Bellamy pointed at the seven women next to him who were clearly in shock.
“Where is Lexa?”
“Inside, searching for Anya.”
Bell nodded.
“Clarke, wait here. I’m getting my vest. Lincoln should be here any second.”
Clarke ended her call and looked at the women. They were clearly shaken. She wondered how much counseling would be needed to get past a trauma like this? She had another look at Monty.
“You might have a concussion. Sit down and wait for the ambulance.”
Suddenly there was a loud noise, a shot. It was muffled by the walls, but she was sure of what she had heard. Without hesitation Clarke turned and ran.
Bellamy came back from his car, wearing a bulletproof vest.
“Monty? Where is Clarke?”
“She ran inside.”
“And you let her? Are you crazy?”
Bellamy stormed past him and Monty shook his head, the sudden pain making him groan.