Page 41 of Saving Cade
Chapter 16
Meg tried to hide hernerves as she held the gun on Zane. “Drop the gun,” she said in her most commanding voice.
Zane whipped around, his gun pointing at her, surprise evident on his face. Cade looked like he wanted to tackle Zane but was afraid of his gun going off. Zane leered at her. “Look who we have here.”
“What are you doing here?” Cade asked.
She ignored Zane and answered Cade. “I followed you.”
“How did you get in?”
“You left that door unlocked.” Meg steadied her hand, pointing the gun at Zane’s head. “Now, put the gun down and I won’t shoot.”
Zane looked like he was assessing the situation, his gaze traveling over her. His eyebrows knit together for a moment, and Meg tried not to show him how nervous she was. Unfortunately, with her trembling hands, it was hard to keep the gun steady.
A slow smile spread across Zane’s face. He took a step closer to her. “You’re not going to shoot me. You’ve probably never fired a weapon before. Put that thing down before you hurt yourself. You don’t even know what’s going on here.” He motioned toward Cade with his head. “This man is a murderer. You shouldn’t believe anything he told you.”
Meg’s hands grew sweaty and her heart pounded in her chest, but she knew she had to remain firm or he would kill them all. He took another step toward her. Two more and he would be able to reach out and grab the gun. She had to force him back somehow.
Cade made a slight movement with his head, his gaze flickering between the gun and the ceiling. She hoped she knew what he was trying to say. She lifted her gun and squeezed the trigger. Bits of the ceiling fell, and Zane ducked, holding the gun above his head.
Cade tackled Zane, grabbing for the gun. Meg stepped back, her throat so tight, she could barely breathe. She prayed Cade would be able to take the gun away. Sirens sounded up the street just as Cade was successful in getting the gun.
Zane scrambled to the windows and threw his hands up in the air. “Don’t shoot. It will look like you shot Nicholas. You’ll go back to prison.”
“Shut up,” Cade said, his anger evident by the way he seethed. But Meg knew he wouldn’t kill Zane. She trusted him.
Nicholas groaned and rolled over. “I called 911. They’ve been listening to us this whole time.”
Meg’s heart rose into her throat. “They know the truth then.”
“Yes.”
Cade crouched down beside his brother. “Hang on. They’ll be here soon,” he said, never taking the gun off Zane.
The cops stormed in a moment later.
