her
teeth and fought the desire to smack her fist against the dashboard. No, she
wouldn't allow Jared to win this time.
"Wondering
where we're going?" Jared's calm voice asked. Not a hair out of place, or
a tremor in his voice.
Damn
you for how perfect you are. She glanced at Jared.
Did
it matter where they ended up? The chance to draw him back to the safe house
didn't exist anymore.
"Go
ahead. Sit there like a dutiful wife." Jared stroked the steering wheel.
"I have something for you. You owe me for all the fuss you've caused
me."
No.
She knew what kind of plans he dreamed up. He'd have to kill her first.
The
lift of Jared's eyebrow disgusted her. While he was caught up in his
self-satisfying memories, she moved her hand underneath her sweatshirt. The
butt of the pistol gripped in the palm of her hand.
Charlise
pulled the gun out of her jeans' pocked in one smooth move, and pointed the
barrel at Jared's head, her voice laced with iron. "Keep driving, and
slowly remove the pistol you have behind you."
Jared
swiveled his head in her direction. She flipped the safety off the gun without
losing the bead on his temple. She made sure to keep the gun in front of her
and out of his reach.
"What
do you think you're doing?" Jared chuckled, and glanced back and forth
from Charlise to the road.
"I'm
ending the nightmare." She controlled her breathing, in and out.
"Now, give me the gun."
The
car slowed as Jared reached behind his back with one hand.
"Keep
the speed up, Jared." Charlise's gaze remained on him. "Don't try
anything foolish or I'll splatter your brain all over your precious car."
The
car picked up speed, and Jared handed the gun he removed from his waistband
over to her.
"Put
it on the seat." She licked her lips, her mouth bone dry.
He
dropped the gun on the seat and returned both hands to the steering wheel. She
picked up the gun with her free hand and threw the pistol into the backseat.
"Now
the other pistol." She took a gamble he carried more than one.
Jared
bent over the steering wheel, fingered the side of his calf, and worked the nine-millimeter
free of the leg holster. Oh, thank God.
"Put
it on the seat and keep driving." Charlise threw the second pistol into
the back seat to join the first.
To
have the upper hand against him gave her confidence. She wanted to make him pay
for everything she'd suffered. Her revenge went much deeper than for herself
though. She wanted justice for Julie and Bill. For putting Garrett in the
hospital, and losing Tom.
"I
want you to take the next exit and if you try anything, I won't hesitate to
pull the trigger." She brought her other hand up to take some of the
weight from the pistol off her arm.
She
needed to think. She didn't want to endanger anyone else. Where did she find a
national forest in the middle of civilization? Not familiar with the area, she
hesitated to make him drive far, in case he outsmarted her, and she found
herself the one with a gun pointed at her. She chanced a quick look out of the
corner of her eye and almost laughed hysterically.
An
electrical power station farther up the road rose out of the ground. The tall
metal maze of towers was a welcome sight and guaranteed no witnesses of what
she was about to do.
"Pull
over into the power station." Her upper lip twitched.
A
small droplet of sweat slid down Jared's temple and pleasure rippled in her
stomach. Not the big tough guy now, are you Jared? Not nearly so perfect
with a gun pointed at you.
Jared
pulled his car into the station without a word.
"Unlock
the doors and step out of the car." Charlise scooted over the console
between the seats and followed him out the driver's side door. "Keep your
hands up."
Jared
stood with his back facing her and for a split second, she wondered if shooting
him in the back would serve her justice. She shook the hair out of her face.
No, she wanted a view of his face when he realized who controlled the situation
now.
A
six-foot cyclone fence surrounded the
teeth and fought the desire to smack her fist against the dashboard. No, she
wouldn't allow Jared to win this time.
"Wondering
where we're going?" Jared's calm voice asked. Not a hair out of place, or
a tremor in his voice.
Damn
you for how perfect you are. She glanced at Jared.
Did
it matter where they ended up? The chance to draw him back to the safe house
didn't exist anymore.
"Go
ahead. Sit there like a dutiful wife." Jared stroked the steering wheel.
"I have something for you. You owe me for all the fuss you've caused
me."
No.
She knew what kind of plans he dreamed up. He'd have to kill her first.
The
lift of Jared's eyebrow disgusted her. While he was caught up in his
self-satisfying memories, she moved her hand underneath her sweatshirt. The
butt of the pistol gripped in the palm of her hand.
Charlise
pulled the gun out of her jeans' pocked in one smooth move, and pointed the
barrel at Jared's head, her voice laced with iron. "Keep driving, and
slowly remove the pistol you have behind you."
Jared
swiveled his head in her direction. She flipped the safety off the gun without
losing the bead on his temple. She made sure to keep the gun in front of her
and out of his reach.
"What
do you think you're doing?" Jared chuckled, and glanced back and forth
from Charlise to the road.
"I'm
ending the nightmare." She controlled her breathing, in and out.
"Now, give me the gun."
The
car slowed as Jared reached behind his back with one hand.
"Keep
the speed up, Jared." Charlise's gaze remained on him. "Don't try
anything foolish or I'll splatter your brain all over your precious car."
The
car picked up speed, and Jared handed the gun he removed from his waistband
over to her.
"Put
it on the seat." She licked her lips, her mouth bone dry.
He
dropped the gun on the seat and returned both hands to the steering wheel. She
picked up the gun with her free hand and threw the pistol into the backseat.
"Now
the other pistol." She took a gamble he carried more than one.
Jared
bent over the steering wheel, fingered the side of his calf, and worked the nine-millimeter
free of the leg holster. Oh, thank God.
"Put
it on the seat and keep driving." Charlise threw the second pistol into
the back seat to join the first.
To
have the upper hand against him gave her confidence. She wanted to make him pay
for everything she'd suffered. Her revenge went much deeper than for herself
though. She wanted justice for Julie and Bill. For putting Garrett in the
hospital, and losing Tom.
"I
want you to take the next exit and if you try anything, I won't hesitate to
pull the trigger." She brought her other hand up to take some of the
weight from the pistol off her arm.
She
needed to think. She didn't want to endanger anyone else. Where did she find a
national forest in the middle of civilization? Not familiar with the area, she
hesitated to make him drive far, in case he outsmarted her, and she found
herself the one with a gun pointed at her. She chanced a quick look out of the
corner of her eye and almost laughed hysterically.
An
electrical power station farther up the road rose out of the ground. The tall
metal maze of towers was a welcome sight and guaranteed no witnesses of what
she was about to do.
"Pull
over into the power station." Her upper lip twitched.
A
small droplet of sweat slid down Jared's temple and pleasure rippled in her
stomach. Not the big tough guy now, are you Jared? Not nearly so perfect
with a gun pointed at you.
Jared
pulled his car into the station without a word.
"Unlock
the doors and step out of the car." Charlise scooted over the console
between the seats and followed him out the driver's side door. "Keep your
hands up."
Jared
stood with his back facing her and for a split second, she wondered if shooting
him in the back would serve her justice. She shook the hair out of her face.
No, she wanted a view of his face when he realized who controlled the situation
now.
A
six-foot cyclone fence surrounded the
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