Page 157 of I Know Your Secret
His shoulder is badly bandaged, and blood is leaking through it.
Greer is black and blue, and Helms has a gun pressed to her temple.
“Helms, let her go. This is between us.”
“It was, before she shot me.”
I fight a grin as Greer still fights Helms, one of her eyes nearly swollen shut.
Good fucking girl.
The girl behind me shifts, whimpering as Helms holds Greer tighter, pressing the gun harder. “Put your fucking weapon down now.”
“No.”
“I’ll shoot her, Grady. I will!”
“Then, you’ll die.”
“You think I don’t see you’re bluffing? You hate it, but you love her. Don’t be stupid, no one has to die today.”
“There’ll be others.” I shrug.
It’s a bald-faced lie, but it’s enough to make Helms waver, and my Greer, my deadly fucking girl, beaten down as she is, siezes the opportunity like I hoped she would.
As Helms’s brain is preoccupied, Greer turns on him, too quickly for him to react, but quick enough she snatches his gun, trains it on him, and backs toward me.
“Close the door,” I tell her, but she doesn’t listen.
Her hands on the gun shake, her stare locked on Helms as he raises his hands.
This is the moment he realizes that whatever he did to my girl over the last week, he regrets.
He wasn’t thinking this moment would come.
No one ever does.
“Greer, close the do?—”
Three shots ring out, louder than mine had been, causing the girl on the bed to scream uncontrollably.
Helms drops to the ground with a bullet hole between his eyes and his chest leaking.
Marching over, I take the gun from her shaky hands, wiping it free of her prints with the towel in my back pocket before dropping it on top of Helms.
I look him over—two to the heart, and one to the head.
Fuck, that shouldn’t turn me on.
When I stand, I shove my gun down the back of my pants, stepping cautiously toward my shaking, poisonous girl, who has tears streaming down her face.
“Come here, pretty poison. It’s alright. It’s over now.”
“I killed him,” she whispers.
“You did.”
“I’m a murderer.”
