Chapter 82

“Bitch.” She pressed the barrel of the gun to her head and glanced at the tire iron in her hands. “Drop it.”

A quick mental calculation told Brea that Clara could get a shot off way before she could ever swing the heavy metal bar to strike her. With a sigh, Brea tossed it a few feet away, onto the concrete.

“What did you do?”

“N-nothing.” Brea tried to be brave, but her voice shook. Her whole body trembled. Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest.

Please, please don’t let this be the end.

“Liar.”

She had to come up with some version of the truth that would allow Pierce time to get here. “Really. I was trying to find the road to escape, b-but I got turned around. Please. I don’t want to die.” Tears pricked her eyes as she wrapped her hands around her belly. “My baby…”

Clara’s mouth pinched even more as she wrapped a cruel fist in Brea’s hair. “Come with me.”

If she did, would she be as good as dead?

Brea didn’t have the oppo