Only Him (Only One 1)

“You’ll see,” he whispers.

A few minutes later, Victoria leaves the house with the boy toy following her.

“Fuck!” Eric hisses and begins texting someone. She climbs into the passenger side as her bodyguard drives. Eric and I jog back to his car and try to find her. Victoria may look like a princess, but she’s actually the fucking devil, and I can only imagine what she’s doing.

Eventually, we catch up to her, and my heart hammers in my chest when she drives into my neighborhood and sits outside of Everleigh’s. By the flicker inside, I know the television inside is on, and my sister is inside playing dog mom before going to Ruby’s. If Victoria gets out of that damn car, I swear I’ll take her down myself.

“What’s your exact address?” Eric asks, typing it into a text as I tell him.

Ten minutes pass, and I can smell the sweat on my skin from the gym. Eric pulls out a pair of binoculars. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he hisses.

“What?” I ask.

“She’s going down on him right now. This is gonna be messy.”

I keep my focus on the street and notice a black van driving at a snail’s pace. Eric ducks down slightly and so do I. The seconds feel like minutes when I see Mickey DeFranco, looking hopped up on drugs, exiting the vehicle. He’s holding something in his hand. I can’t make out what it is as he stalks toward the Mercedes with fogged windows.

There’s commotion in the car, then Mickey slams the metal into the passenger side, shattering glass on the street. He reaches inside and pulls Victoria out by her hair.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper as Eric watches with a satisfied grin on his face.

I hear screaming and notice Everleigh’s porch light flicker on. “No, Ev. Stay inside.”

“Shit.” Eric panics, as Victoria’s guttural cries echo through the neighborhood. “They’re being too loud, and they’ll wake everyone up at this rate.”

The bodyguard gets out of the car and tries to run away, but Mickey pulls a gun from his waistband and caps him. The guy falls to the ground, but I can’t see him any longer. Everleigh opens the front door, and I want to scream for her to go inside and pretend she didn’t see anything. But I can’t because she can’t know Eric and I are here. The less she knows, the better.

“Help me! Help!” Victoria screams as Mickey drags her toward the van. She trips in her high heels as she tries to fight him.

Shock washes over Everleigh’s face as she pulls her cell phone out and slams the door shut.

Mickey’s booming voice calls Victoria every curse word under the sun. “You thought you could fucking cheat on me? After everything we’ve been through?”

“Let me go,” she demands with a shriek.

“You stupid whore. You’re going to pay for this.” She slips again, but he continues to jerk her around like a caveman who’s come to claim his woman. Victoria gains her footing and reaches for Mickey’s gun. Somehow, she gets a hold of it, and when he tries to take it back, it’s too late. Shots ring out, and Mickey tumbles to the ground. As if she’s making sure he’s dead, she puts another bullet in his temple. My heart nearly stops at what I just witnessed, but there’s no time to react because Eric exits the car with his gun drawn and moves toward her.

I’m still as I watch him move closer, pointing the barrel at her. “This is for Amara,” he roars. She doesn’t notice him until he speaks, but she’s not fast enough to recognize what’s happening. A shot pierces her arm that’s holding the weapon. Metal crashes to the ground as Eric takes another shot, then another. She falls and doesn’t move. I see blood pooling next to Mickey’s body and am frozen in shock.

Eric looks over her for a few seconds, puts her fingerprints on the gun before dropping it next to her, then hurries back to the car. Not wasting any time, we zoom down the road and end up outside the pub.

“Wanna get a drink?” he asks nonchalantly.

“Are you serious?” I don’t even know what the fuck just happened, and my brain is trying to catch up. I’ve seen some crazy shit, but that takes the cake.

Eric gets out, then heads inside. Not knowing what else to do, I follow him. Once I’m next to him, I flash him a glare as my body buzzes from adrenaline. He’s not fazed by my shell-shock expression and orders a shot of tequila.

“What the fuck just happened?” I whisper when he downs it and orders another.

He peels off his gloves and tucks them inside his jacket pockets. “It’s over,” he says in the calmest voice ever. “It’s finally over, Ty.”

After twenty minutes, my phone buzzes with frantic text messages from Everleigh.

Everleigh: Where are you?

Everleigh: I need you to come home. I’m so fucking scared. There was a shooting on the street outside of the house. It’s all blocked off, and I had to give a statement to the police of what I witnessed.

Tyler: I’m at the pub. I’m heading home now.