Heart of Money (Alpha Billionaire Bad Boy Romance Thriller) by Lydia Sky Page B

you’d shot him plum through his little cold heart.” It felt painful to lie as badly as I was, but I felt like I needed to trick him. I needed desperately to lie to this man and convince him that I was on his side, not Brad’s. When I got close enough then maybe I could grab the gun from him, or walk casually to the kitchen as if I was going to pour him a glass of wine. I’d bring the wine bottle to the living room table that set before him, and instead of pouring it into his glass I’d smash him over the head with it.
    That was my plan. But it sounded too Hollywood, too easy to work. I began to shrivel up into frantic fear as I wondered what the hell to do.
    “Really?” His eyes brightened up and he smiled.
    Oh my God. This is my chance. He believes me .
    “If… If I help you kill the son of a bitch when he walks in the door, will you rat on me? Will you tell the cops, if you get caught of course, that I helped you? Because I can only imagine how good it would feel to be a part of that bastard’s death!”
    His smile grew larger as his eyes narrowed, “You’re not fucking with me are you?”
    “I wish I were. I feel like a bad bitch telling you all this, but I had to get it off my chest. Please , please let me take the shot. With you standing beside me as he looks into our faces for the last time. He’ll realize that we’re working together, and it’ll be the last thought that fucker ever has in his stupid little peanut brain. I know it seems like a lot to ask, Daniel… But will you consider it?”
    He paused for what felt like eternity. Then he spoke smoothly and surely, “I’m not going to let you have the gun, in case you are fucking with me. In that case, you should be a movie star. Damn good actress. But I don’t think that’s the case. But just to be safe, I’m holding the gun. You can be right at my side wearing the biggest smile you’ve ever worn. I want him to see it. I want him to see you grinning when I blast him through the chest.”
    I bit my lip and tried to smile like I was feeling excited, “Through the head. Do it through the head .”
    “Oh, girl, you are insane aren’t ya? I love it.” He chortled and spittle flew out of his mouth. He wiped his lips and nodded his head.
    “Whew,” I pretended to have worked up a sweat as I fanned myself, “Good lord. Um, would you mind if I pour myself a glass of wine after all that? You can have one too if you’d like. Dumbass Brad has so many ‘ vintage bottles ’ that he’s blown his money on.”
    “Go right ahead, but I’m okay,” I stood to my feet and he looked down at the ground before licking his lips, “Actually, I need a drink. Haven’t had one in a few hours and this is getting intense. I want to make sure I’m good to go as far as getting a good aim. Gotta have steady hands.” He raised his hands in the air and they were trembling wildly, I could tell he was going through withdrawal already.
    “I’ll bring the whole damn bottle in here. That’s another thing by the way, the son of a bitch doesn’t like me to drink much. I tell him ‘ Brad, everything’s more fun when you’re drunk ’, and he looks at me all mean-like. I hate him.” I walked to the kitchen, wiggling my ass flirtatiously as I moved.
    It’s time. It’s time. It’s time. This is your one shot. You might get killed. You might be dead in one minute. Don’t let that happen.
    My mind raced in horror as all the possible scenarios flashed before my eyes while I scanned the rack for the biggest bottle of wine I could find. I held two glasses in one hand and grabbed a large bottle of merlot with my dominant hand. I’d need that hand for swinging; I wanted to make sure I hit him as hard as possible. If I didn’t knock him out clean then he could grab for me or his gun, or both. Once he had that rifle aimed at me I wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing.
    Before I stepped back into the living room foyer, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. After