Chapter 85

No. Joshua had taken everything from her once. Never again would she be this asshole’s victim. If anyone was going down this time, it was him.

Luc had a gun, and she had gumption. Time to use both.

“I’m going to be sick,” Joshua sneered as he stalked closer and closer—until he pressed the gun to Luc’s forehead. “Time to end this lovefest.”

Alyssa’s heart stopped.

The sirens were screaming, coming closer with every second. She saw the panic on her stepbrother’s face. He was about to do something rash, reckless, and given the fact he could shoot Luc point-blank at any moment . . . irrevocable. There was no way her husband could reach his gun and fire quickly enough. She, however, might be able to use the element of surprise.

“You.” Joshua pointed his gun at Luc, then waved it to the left. “Lindsey is mine. She’s always been mine. For touching her, you’ll die.”

“It’s Alyssa, asshole,” she sneered. “And I hate you. Rot in hell!”

While he stared at her