Page 102 of Beautiful Killer

I shot to my feet and called Van. He was closer to Sunny than me, and I hoped like fuck he got there before it was too late. Then I called Ruby; it was her day off, so she was in the building. She agreed to stay with Julia, then I got the hell out of there.

Sunny needed me. Which meant I couldn’t let the fear trying to take over win.

I got into my car and hit Van’s number again as I tore out into the street. “How far away are you?”

“Ten minutes, max,” he said.

“What if we’re too late? What if it’s too late?” I choked down the line.

“It won’t be,” he said.

We both knew he had no way of knowing that. She could already be gone.

“Fuck.”I gripped the steering wheel so tight my fingers ached.

“You need to keep it tight, brother,” Van said down the line. “You’ll be no help to her if you can’t keep it together.”

“This is Sunny,” I bit out.

Van was silent a beat. “I’ve got a lock on her phone’s GPS. They’re still at the shop. Five minutes away now,” Van said.

Thank fuck. “I’m right behind you.”

We disconnected and then I did something I hadn’t done in over a year. I prayed.

Let Sunny be okay.

Please don’t let me be too late.

Sunny

I was still in the back room when I heard the key rattle in the door at the front of the shop.

“I’m back here, Julia,” I called.

I looked up when she was at the door . . .

Only it wasn’t Julia.

It was Bobby.

Fear sliced through me, and I opened my mouth to tell him to get the hell out, when he charged me and . . . attacked.

He knocked me to the floor, his hits striking hard and fast. I managed to curl in a ball, crying out in pain and trying my best to protect the baby.

He was breathing hard when he finally stopped, pushing away from me. “Why are you doing this?” I forced out through the pain.

He spat on the ground beside me. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a fucking long time.” Then he said no more, securing my wrists and ankles with rope and tying me to the leg of the table.

My body throbbed from his fists. If he’d hurt my baby . . .

Vomit tried to rise in my throat, but I choked it back down. “What do you want from me?”

He watched me, and his anger and hatred for me filled the room. I wasn’t getting out of here unless Bobby decided to release me, and . . . oh God, I couldn’t see that happening.

“Don’t worry, Sunny, it’ll all be over soon.”

He walked out of the room and I listened to his retreating steps, wincing as I pulled against the ropes around my wrists. I needed to get out of here, I needed to get away before he came back, then I could get to the hospital, I could get help. I pulled at the ropes again and a desperate sob escaped. How was I going to get away? He’d tied me tight, so tight I was quickly losing feeling in my feet and hands.