I jolted back, my blood running cold.
“She didn’t see me,
” Nick said quickly, swaying like he was dazed, “I was just casing the place. Figuring shit out. I delivered something. Your guard signed for it and I left.”
“You didn’t get the message last time, you stupid little shit?” Tommy pulled a gun from his back and put it against Nick’s cheek.
“Talk,” he said.
I fell to my knees on the floor, “Tommy!”
“Shut it, Athena,” He glared at me and then looked back to Nick.
“I got this route so that I could make sure she’s okay. Her father asked me to deliver a letter. He mailed it to me and I re-packaged it. I was just gonna try to talk to her when I delivered it.”
Oh God, Nick.
Tommy let go of him and got the letter from the floor and tore the envelope open. His eyes skimmed it and tossed it on the desk.
I got up. “Tommy, let him go.”
“I’m sick of his shit, Athena.”
“Nick, you have to stop,” I pleaded.
Nick wiped his lip, “Look at this guy, Tia. Look at what you married! You okay with this? The stuff you used to feed me about being an upstanding citizen? Volunteering, making a difference in the world, and this is who you marry? Someone who pulls a gun on me for tryin’ to just talk to you? Ruby told me you’re carrying his baby, Tia? Seriously?” Nick scrunched his face up in disgust.
“Shut your mouth,” I demanded, “That’s my husband and the father of my child you’re talking shit about. Get the fuck outta here and don’t come back!”
“Nice try, Tia. He’s not walking outta here,” Tommy said, emotionless.
Nick and I both gawked at Tommy. Tommy standing there with a gun in his hand.
“Let him go, Tommy. He’s not coming back. Right Nick?”
Nick shook his head, his eyes on Tommy’s gun.
Tommy cocked the gun.
I gasped and threw myself at Tommy, “Let him go. Don’t do this.”
He glared at me, “I’m sick and fuckin’ tired of people trying to fuckin’ take you from me, Athena.”
“Nick can’t take me from you, baby.”
Tommy lifted me up and sat me on the edge of his desk and moved back toward Nick, who was sheet white.
“Let him go!” I shouted, desperately, “He won’t come back.”
Tommy moved toward Nick and put the gun in Nick’s mouth. I gasped. Nick’s eyes couldn’t have been any wider.
“Tommy, no. No, nonono.” I put my hands in my hair.
Tommy glared at Nick, a muscle jumping in his jaw.
Nick was crying. And peeing his pants. I saw the wet spot spread on the front of his uniform.
I sobbed. I had to stop this insanity.