“I’m sure you’ll work it off.”
“Remember what I said about running?”
She laughs and we both fall silent when we begin to eat. She doesn’t speak to me until we’re finished. It’s definitely not the way it was before, and I’m wondering if she knows more than she’s letting on? Maybe I should just confront her? After all, the cops and Riggs are on standby, it couldn’t do any harm.
“When were you going to make the call?” she asks me, out of the blue.
I stare at her, confused. “Pardon me?”
“The cops you’ve got waiting outside, when were you planning on making the call?”
Oh, shit.
She does know.
Of course she knows.
Two can play at this game.
“When were you going to tell me you’re married to the man I’m sleeping with?” I throw back at her.
She crosses her arms and a slow smile crosses her face. “You knew he was married, you did it anyway.”
“You’re not together. You lied to me,” I say, shaking my head in disappointment. “I actually thought you were a nice person.”
She studies me and keeps the smile. “You should never trust strangers, Evelina.”
“You’re not going to get away with this. One call and the cops are in here. They have a picture of you, they know you lit that garage up, and when Riggs makes a formal statement, they’ll have you for burning his house down, too. You’re going away, I hope you like prison. How’s your ass feeling? Tight I hope.”
She flinches. “You couldn’t possibly think I’m stupid enough to actually get caught, do you? I knew exactly why you came here tonight, and I knew what you were planning. You’re not calling any cops, because by the time you get to your phone, I’ll be long gone. I won’t be done, though. Oh. no, Riggs and I aren’t through.”
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
“I’m not sure how you think you’re going to stop me from calling them,” I say, standing and pulling out my phone.
She reaches around behind her into her jeans and pulls out a gun. She points it at me. “You’re going to tie yourself up, and I’m going to leave.”
My heart skips a beat. This went from good to bad really quick. Surely she wouldn’t shoot me? Though, she did burn a house with Riggs inside so it’s highly likely she’s crazy enough to. I keep my phone in my hand and try to glance around the room for something I can use as a distraction so I can get the hell out of here.
“Move and I’ll shoot you,” she warns. “I don’t want to have to hurt you, Evelina. Regardless of anything, you’re actually a nice person. In a different world, we might have been friends. Riggs is mine, and I’ll do whatever I can do to make sure you’re gone from his life.”
“Riggs doesn’t want you,” I scoff, trying to unlock my phone without her noticing. “He disappeared because you tried to kill him. In what world do you actually believe he’d take you back?”
“He might not take me back, but I won’t live with him moving on. I won’t let it happen.”
Yep.
Fucking crazy.
“You’re loopy, lady. He is going to fall in love and forget about you, if he hasn’t already. Do yourself a favor and go find someone else to torture.”
She bares her pretty white teeth at me. “You’re pushing my limits now, Eve. Take the cuffs off that table and put them on. If you don’t, I’ll start shooting, feet first and slowly move up until you’re in so much pain you’ll wish you listened the first time.”
I glance at the table by the sofa and see a pair of cuffs. This crazy bitch has this all planned out. I should have listened to Riggs when he told me she shouldn’t be trusted. I look back at her, and one look at her face tells me she’s serious. I’m not about to risk getting shot, so I walk toward the table and take the cuffs.
“Drop the phone.”
I exhale, gritting my teeth. I drop the phone to the floor and take the cuffs.
“Put them on.”
I do as she asks, putting them on. Only when they’re secured does she lower the gun and walk toward me, taking my bound hands and trying to pull me. We’re face to face, and I can’t help myself. I slam my forehead into her pretty nose. She screams and lunges backwards and I watch her grip her face in horror as blood spurts. That’ll be broken, and with a face like hers, it’ll never look good again.
“That’s for nearly putting me in prison, lying, and trying to hurt Riggs. You had it coming,” I mutter.
“You fucking bitch!” she screeches, lifting the gun to hit me but she hears sirens in the distance.
I didn’t call the cops, but maybe Riggs did? Perhaps he thought it was taking too long. Either way it’s enough to scare her off. She takes her gun, keys, and phone, and rushes toward the door, looking back at me when she reaches it. “If you think this is over, Eve, you’re wrong. You better watch your back. Oh, and I’d get to a toilet soon, you’ll need it.”
Then, she’s gone.
What the fuck is she talking about?
As if on cue, my stomach makes a loud, gurgling sound.
That bitch.
That insane fucking bitch.
She put something in the food.
By the time the police bust in and Riggs follows in behind them, I’m in a ball on the ground, crying in pain as my stomach clenches in a way I never wish to experience again in my life. Riggs rushes over and kneels down. “You’re hurt.”
“She put something in my food,” I cry. “I’m going to vomit, Riggs. Help.”
They uncuff me as fast as they can and I’m off down the hall before anyone can even ask me where Carmen is. I reach the toilet just in time and I vomit until I’m sobbing and crying in pain. Until there
