Shackled Hearts (Chained Hearts Duet 4)

“He took what’s mine. Do you know the pain of that?” I ask.

“What do you mean?” Her voice is trembling because she’s afraid.

“Chanel. He took Chanel.”

“He would never,” she says in disbelief. “You just need to talk to him.”

“You know he is capable of this, Sailor. He took you with the intent to kill you.”

“Lucas, please. Let’s find her.”

“He shot her, killed her as if she was not worth anything to anyone.”

“Who did, Lucas?” she asks then looks toward the stairs.

“I wouldn’t run if I were you. I’m fast. Faster than you.” I step in farther.

Sergio shuts the door behind me.

“He will live. I want you to have that comfort. And the kids, they will live as well,” I tell her. “But he has to know my pain. He has to understand his limits. He doesn’t understand them, and someone has to show him.” I smile at her. “I like you, Sailor. You changed him, but now…” I shake my head.

“Please, Lucas, let’s sit. Talk to me,” she pleads.

“I didn’t mean to want Chanel. Did you know that? She kind of just fell into my arms. Well, technically, I cornered her.” I smile at the memory flinging into my mind. “Now I need to leave here and find her body. Maybe I’ll cremate her and take her with me everywhere. What would you do?” I ask.

A knock at the door echoes through the room before she can answer my question.

“Is he hurt?” she asks on a whisper.

“I shot him, so I suspect so.” Her hands go to her mouth, and tears fall from her eyes. I turn toward the door, and as I do, she lands on my back, her hands covering my eyes. I lift the gun and manage to get it under my arm to shoot her. When I spin around, I see Chanel, at the door, staring at me. Her eyes are wide in fear, but she’s still alive. Sailor keeps on hitting me while Marcus walks in, confusion riddled on his face as he looks at Sailor and goes to grab her off me.

Chanel is standing in the doorway, the shock more than apparent on her face.

“Sailor.” Marcus grabs her, pulls her off, and she screams.

“He shot him! He shot Keir!”

“Fuck.”

Sergio has a gun to Marcus’s head before he can even think of raising his.

“You didn’t kill her?” I ask him, confused.

“No, it was to warn you,” Marcus says.

I look behind me at Chanel. “They are going to kill me,” I tell her, smiling.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chanel

What the hell is going on? I don’t know what’s happening.

Marcus took me from my house, telling me I had to go with him. Then he pulled a gun on me as I spoke to Lucas on the phone. I heard the click of the gun, and I screamed, but nothing ended up happening. It was just me, sitting in a chair as Marcus picked up a phone and looked at me.

“W-what…” I stutter.” “What are you doing?” I ask Marcus.

“Come on, let’s go.” He heads toward the door, and I stand there, unsure of what to do. But if a man with a gun tells you to follow him, you follow. Right? He walks to his car and gets in, then winds down his window. “Get in, Chanel.” Then he drives off, and I have no idea where we’re going.