Fake Boyfriend - Miley Maine Page 0,62

hate you. When I get done with you, you're going to prison!”

He walked forward, with the gun aimed right at Loren. “Right. Your daddy’s going to catch me and send me away,” he sneered at Marie. “I have news for you. By the time your slow-witted father figures out what’s happened, I’ll be in Belize.”

Marie clenched her fists as he continued to walk forward, getting nearer to us with every step. “You can’t find your way out of a paper bag. You’ll never make it to Belize,” she screamed at him.

He swung the gun and pointed it at her. “Shut up. Or I’ll blow your brains out.”

Loren gasped, and her hands went straight to her mouth.

Tears were still rolling down Marie’s face. I kept my eyes on her, because I didn’t know what she might do. Apparently I didn’t know what Loren would do either, because I hadn’t anticipated her rushing for the back door of the cabin. She was impulsive. Which I should have known, by the fact that she happily went camping with a guy she’d known for one day, and then brought him to her family wedding.

“What do you need, Douglas?” I asked. “Maybe we can make it happen.”

“He needs money, because he’s a selfish prick!” Marie shouted. She started sobbing again, and laid her head on Loren’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. I should have let him shoot me. I shouldn’t have gone along with his scheme!”

Loren’s face drained of color as more of the details seemed to come together in her mind. She put her arm around her cousin and patted her back.

“I really want you to shut the fuck up,” Douglas said to Marie. His teeth were so clenched as he spoke that spit formed at the edge of his mouth.

“Hey Douglas, do you want me to send the ladies inside to catch up, so we can work through whatever’s bothering you?” I asked.

“Fuck no,” he said. “You’re the reason I’m in this mess.”

“How so?” I needed to know what his end goal was, so I could get Loren the hell away from here. But I couldn’t risk pissing him off so much that he started firing his gun.

“I want her money,” he said, nodding at Loren. “Because that bitch.” Now he nodded at his wife. “Doesn’t have a dime that’s not controlled by her mommy and daddy.

Marie hung her head, resting it back on Loren’s shoulder.

“If you’ll put the gun down, I think we can work something out,” I said.

“Are you fucking crazy? This gun pointed at your girl is the only reason I’m alive right now. I watched the footage of you kill all five of my men in about two seconds.” He nodded. “Yeah, I had surveillance cameras installed at that barn. I needed to make a hostage video of Loren to get the ransom started, but I never got the chance. Because you, Mr. G.I. Joe, had to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“You were behind all of this?” Loren demanded. “How did you find us?”

“I had men follow you,” Douglas said. “And I had a tracker on this Jeep in case one of my guys went rogue.”

Another rookie mistake. I hadn’t checked for anyone following us, other than cursory glances back, I hadn’t changed up my route, and I hadn’t swept the Jeep for tracking devices. I really needed a swift kick in the ass.

“And you can bet your sweet ass, I was behind all this,” Douglas said.

I couldn’t stop the growl that came out of my chest. I was trying to stay calm, but Douglas speaking to Loren like that, he set my nerves even farther on edge. “I couldn’t leave Loren in danger.”

“She was never going to be in any danger. I was going to get the money from her parents, and get the hell out of the country. They’d have gladly given it to me under the radar. They’d never in a million years have called the police if a problem could be solved with a heavy dose of money applied to it,” Douglas said.

“Don’t talk about my parents like that! It’s not true,” Loren said.

Douglas sneered. “If you think your parents don’t gloss over half the shit that happens, then you’re a moron.”

I shot Loren a look, hoping she’d interpret it correctly and calm down. It didn’t really matter what he said or didn’t say about her parents. All that mattered is that we get through this without him blowing a hole in someone’s head. Or