Page 4 of My Sweet Poison
“But he’s your?—”
The facade of his icy control cracked. He raised his arm and threw the glass. It struck one of the display cases, sending a cascade of shattered glass onto the floor and the sharp, smoky scent of brandy into the air. “He’s nothing to me!”
Curling his fingers into a fist, he stalked forward.
My eyes flew to the desk.
This time ignoring the useless handgun, my gaze fell on the shotgun with its barrel hinged open. There were two brass circles from the shell casings glinting in the moonlight.
It was loaded.
Snatching the weapon by its barrel and handle, I snapped it closed and reeled backward, struggling to hold the awkward weight steady.
He bared his blood-coated teeth in a macabre smile. “I’m going to enjoy hearing you beg for your life before I throw you over the cliff’s edge.”
Everything all happened at once.
He lunged.
And I pulled the trigger.
CHAPTER 2
MADISON
Six weeks earlier
Noxious gasoline fumes filled my lungs, strangling the air from my body.
Twisted metal pinned my right arm to my side.
Panicked, I tried to move, but my legs were trapped beneath the dashboard.
Water dripped into my eyes, blurring my vision.
I lifted my left arm and swiped the back of my hand across my face. It came away slick with blood.
This was bad. Really bad.
A groan drew my attention to the driver’s side.
My boyfriend, Jameson, was slumped over to the side, covered in broken glass from the driver’s side window. The bent steering wheel wedged into his ribcage.
It all came back to me.
The fight.
Him swerving as the car picked up speed.
Me trying to grab the wheel, pleading with him to stop.
Then the tree.
Screams ricocheted around me, pounding into my brain.
The screams got louder and louder along with the shrill cadence of a police siren joining the wailing song.
Then there was nothing but a piercing bright white light.
