“Y-you killed him.” Hannah couldn’t believe he’d shot Scott right in front of her. How could he be lying there dead? She’d just been talking to him moments ago. Scott couldn’t be much older than her. He should have had a whole lifetime to look forward to, but now, because he’d tried to help her, he’d taken his last breath.
“He was trying to keep us apart, dear. I can’t allow that. How can I call myself your man if I let other men come between us?” Lyle lowered his arm, letting the gun rest at his side. But Hannah didn’t doubt that he could have her in his sights in an instant.
She had to be careful. “Did you kill Preston, too?”
His small eyes softened, and he smiled as though inordinately proud. “I did it for you. I heard what he did to you, trying to force you to kiss him. I couldn’t let him live after that. If I’d been there, I would have protected you, Hannah. That’s what I do. I protect you.” By trying to kill her cat? By terrorizing her? She could try to reason with him, but she doubted negotiating with a lunatic would work. He was either here to rape or kill her—or both.
“In fact, I’ve been watching over you for a while now. I knew the moment I saw you that we were meant to be together. You felt it, too. Don’t try to deny it. I saw the way you looked at me that day.”
She barely remembered that day. Hannah wanted to scream, but the trail of mayhem and murder was too long to risk making him angry. Heck, the proof of his evil was still warm and slumped over the patio table. She took a tentative step back.
Lyle’s face hardened like he was about to explode in a tantrum. Unfortunately, his tantrum included a gun. “Don’t run, dear. I’m done playing games with you. If you run, I’ll chase you down. I want our first time together to be special.”
Oh, God. She needed time. Her men would come for her. Sooner or later, Gavin would come looking for her. Slade and Dex would figure out her stalker’s identity, and they would try to find her.
And Lyle would shoot them.
The thought of Gavin’s big body slumped over, never to rise again, made her nauseous. Why hadn’t she told him she loved him?
She loved all three of them, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to let this deranged creep kill them.
Hannah looked around, seeking any sort of weapon she could use against him. Then she noticed Scott’s body jerk slightly. His chest still moved up and down with shallow breaths.
Thank you, God! He was still alive.
Lyle sighed and moved toward the man at the table. “Motherfucker. He’s tougher than I gave him credit for.”
Lyle lifted the gun.
“Don’t,” Hannah yelled. She couldn’t stand there and watch him kill Scott.
Lyle’s eyes narrowed. “You want to save him, Hannah? He wants to split us up.”
“No, he just wanted to talk to me. You know, we were supposed to have a meeting yesterday to talk about how the CEO can work better with his teams. It was just business.” God, she hoped he hadn’t heard much of their conversation.
His face turned vicious, and he gripped the gun more tightly. “You like your co-workers too much, Hannah. Didn’t I tell you to stay away from those perverted brothers?” Scott’s previous words buzzed in her head. Lyle had watched her through the webcam. She’d had her computer open the night before. He might well have seen her give her virginity to Dex, then turn around and fully embrace Slade while Dex felt his way up her body and whispered hot encouragement.
“We should discuss this Lyle.” If she could keep him talking, he’d be too busy to shoot people.
“The time to talk is over. I loved you, Hannah. I protected you. I was your angel.” He heaved an angry sigh. “But you’re just like the rest—a whore willing to spread her legs for rich men.
Tell me something, Hannah. How could you let those perverts degrade you? Spank you and shove that…thing up your ass? I would have treated you like a princess. I wouldn’t have let anyone else touch you. But they passed you around like a toy. How do you like being someone’s live blow-up doll?”
“It wasn’t like that.” She tried to keep her voice calm. Scott’s hand twitched. Still alive. How was she going to get him out of this before he bled to death?
He sneered. “I watched it. I heard it. It was disgusting. You let them turn you into a whore.” Then his face fell, and he looked close to spilling furious tears. “I just…tried to love you.” Arguing with the crazy man holding a gun seemed very dangerous. “I know.”
“I tried to save you. I knew what they were like.”
She nodded. “You tried to tell me. I didn’t understand. But I do now. I’m listening to every word.”
He stared at her, his black eyes narrowing. “I didn’t want to do it like this. I’d rather love you gently. But you don’t like it that way, do you, Hannah? You’re a little slut. I’m going to have to prove I’m more of a man than the three of them put together, aren’t I?” She didn’t like the sound of that. “They won’t let you take me.”
“They’re investigating Preston Ward’s death. They won’t be around for hours. I was surprised they left you here with the boss. I would have assumed they would protect their little slut, but maybe they’re done with you.”
He hadn’t seen Gavin make love to her in the parlor. Lyle had no idea that Gavin would protect her. If she could just find a way to stall him and get help…
The cameras. During their brief tour of the estate yesterday, Slade had shown her the security cameras that dotted the estate. She let her eyes roam carefully as he continued on his diatribe.