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was a moment of silence before he bit out angrily. “I know what you’re doing.”

“Then you know what I’m waiting for,” Sloane said, having absolutely no doubt that he knew exactly what she was waiting for. It was also the reason that she knew that there was no way in hell that he was going to give it to her without a fight.

“You’re going to be waiting a long fucking time then.”

“We’ll see,” Sloane said because she knew without a doubt that she would be winning the first battle.

Chapter 6

“Fucking bitch,” Chase mouthed as he discreetly texted Melissa, demanding that she fire the psycho bitch and come get him.

“She’s not going to answer you,” the psychotic bitch that his sister had obviously hired straight out of a mental institution said from where she lounged in the backseat.

“You don’t know shit,” he said, but something told him that she knew a lot more than he did at the moment.

“She hired me to do a job and as long as I’m doing it, she’s not going to interfere,” Sloane explained.

“You’re not doing your fucking job,” Chase bit out, sending his sister another text, telling her that she had better move her fucking ass and come get him now.

When another minute went by and she didn’t respond, he realized how fucking screwed he was. She’d truly fucked him over.

There was a heavy sigh from behind him and then a, “Believe it or not, I am doing my job.”

“By making me sit here until I fucking beg?” Chase snapped in disbelief as he sent his sister another text message, this one threatening to call the cops if she didn’t move her fucking ass and come get him.

“No,” Sloane said softly, “I’m waiting for you to ask for my help.”

He laughed harshly at that because he didn’t need her fucking help. Shaking his head, he looked down at his phone just in time to see his sister finally get off her ass and respond back. Grinding his teeth, Chase read her message and then re-read it because there was no fucking way that she could be serious.

Make it work, Chase. This is your last chance.

“Fucking bitch,” he snapped, opening his car door and chucking the useless device across the parking lot, not giving a flying fuck where it landed.

Once he heard the satisfying sound of plastic breaking, he slammed his door shut, closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the seat, telling himself that this wasn’t fucking happening. His life was not about to get fucking worse. It wasn’t humanly possible.

Man, was he fucking wrong.

“Drive the fucking car,” Chase demanded, grinding his jaw, determined to win this little battle of theirs.

“No,” she said, sighing softly, “you need to keep this appointment.”

“Drive the fucking car!” he shouted, opening his eyes to glare at her through the rearview mirror only to find her lying on the bench seat as though she didn’t have a single fucking care in the world while he sat there pretending that he wasn’t seconds away from pissing his pants or that his back and legs weren’t on fire.

“Not happening, Chase,” she said softly as he closed his eyes and tried to breathe through the pain, but holy fuck did it hurt.

God, he was so fucking close to breaking down and begging her to take him home so that he could take his medicine, curl up into a ball and wonder what the fuck he’d done to deserve all of this. God, he couldn’t fucking take this, Chase realized as he broke out in a sweat and his body began to tremble.

He was going to do it, Chase realized, feeling sick to his fucking stomach. He was going to fucking beg her to take him home and probably beg for his pain medication, praying that she gave it to him before he started screaming when the pain became too much for him to handle and he got to the point where he would beg her to put a fucking bullet in his head and put him out of his

A startled gasp escaped his lips when he felt the telltale pinch of a needle piercing his bicep. Seconds later, he felt the warmth that would kill the pain spreading through his body and he could take a breath without wanting to scream.

“It’s okay, Chase. This should kick in pretty quickly,” the psychotic bitch said, sounding almost sorry.

She wasn’t fucking sorry and they both knew it, but right now, he was too fucking

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