Oh God, what now?
Then I saw him dump the woman on the floor, her long, straight ebony hair flying as he did it and he did it unceremoniously, not like she was a human being but like she was a sack of sawdust. Her head cracked against the planks just as her body thudded against them. I watched in horror as her body settled, her hair slightly obscuring her beautiful face.
Shauna.
By the looks of her, clothes dirty and in disarray, hair greasy, she hadn’t seen the inside of a shower for awhile and I knew instinctively this was because Shauna Fontaine didn’t take off with her mantoy. Shauna Fontaine, like me, had been kidnapped by a mountain man gone bad.
The mattress moved again and I tore my eyes from Shauna, unconscious, or worse, dead on the floor to see Bitsy pushing up on her arms.
“Harry –”
“It’s okay, Bits, it’s all gonna be all right,” Harry cut her off. “I got it all figured out.”
“No you don’t, Harry. You don’t,” Bitsy told him urgently. “Listen to me…”
She trailed off when Harry moved to her side of the bed and sat on it. He twisted his torso to her, his hand coming up to cradle her face, he leaned in close.
“I did, honey, I listened to you. I listened,” he whispered.
“You didn’t. This is out of hand. This is wrong. Shauna? Nina? Why –?”
“He took away your legs,” Harry explained.
“Yes, he did. Curt did. But Nina’s Max’s and –” Bitsy started.
“He took away your legs,” Harry repeated. “He killed Anna. Your best friend. He f**ked Shauna in your bed.” His thumb lovingly swept her cheek. “I listened, Bits, I listened to every word you said from that day I saw you in the hospital after he crippled you. I listened and I was with you all the way. He had to pay. You said it. You said it again and again and again as he f**ked you and f**ked you and f**ked you. You didn’t want him to do that to our town, you didn’t want that big house up on the hill, you didn’t want to be queen of Gnaw Bone to his king but he didn’t care what you wanted. He never cared what you wanted. He only cared about one thing. Curt. Curt was all Curt cared about. Wakin’ up next to you and tellin’ you he loved you and then goin’ off and bangin’ Shauna, givin’ her money, makin’ you the fool as you wheeled your way through life. I listened, honey, I listened to every word you said. You were right, he had to pay.”
“He had to pay. Curt did!” Bitsy hissed, yanking her face from his hand which stayed suspended in air for a second before he tried to touch her again but she dragged herself back so his hand dropped.
“Bitsy, baby –”
“No!” Bitsy snapped. “We had a plan. You take care of Curt and we play it cool. The money was untraceable. We’d been putting it aside for years, Harry, years. No one would ever know. No one.”
Shock made every centimeter of my body lock. There it was but I couldn’t believe my ears as I lay there and stared at the hideous scene playing out in front of me.
Harry and Bitsy had had Curt killed.
Bitsy.
Bitsy!
“He hired an investigator,” Harry returned.
“So?” Bitsy shot back. “I knew that, Harry, and I told you. The guy didn’t know anything. The game was to play it cool, you know that. No matter what, play it cool. That investigator didn’t know anything. I know because I got in Curt’s desk and read his reports. He didn’t even know we were sending the death threats! He didn’t know anything. He didn’t know shit! Then you off and kill him the same night that guy you found killed Curt. Why? Why would you do that? And this,” she threw out an arm, “Shauna? Nina? It was only supposed to be Curt. Only Curt. Why would you drag Nina into this? What’s the matter with you?”
“Shauna was f**kin’ Curt and Max and me,” Harry retorted.
“I know that, Harry, it was part of the f**king plan for you to look like you’d moved on from me,” Bitsy returned.
“Jesus, Bits, I just told you she was f**kin’ me,” Harry bit out.
“Yes, Harry, I know that. That was the plan,” Bitsy bit back.
“God,” Harry leaned back, “you don’t even care, you don’t even care she sucked me off, that I had to f**k that cold, emotionless piece of ass to keep up this shit so no one would guess.”
“I cared but that was the plan, Harry, we both had to sacrifice so we could have what we wanted. So we could be where we wanted to be,” Bitsy reminded him.
“But she was tryin’ to take Curt’s money, your money,” he clipped. “She got pregnant to do it.”
“She’s not pregnant, you idiot!” Bitsy, finally losing it, snapped. “She’s as pregnant as me. She said it because Curt always wanted a kid and obviously I couldn’t give him one so she thought she could play that but she wasn’t going to get dick. Not from Curt, he may have thought with his dick half the time but the other half wasn’t stupid, Harry and you know it. And you had to let her play you so you’d be with her when Curt was done and then no one would think a thing of it when you dumped her after I was available and you came back to me. That was the plan, Harry. We’ve been talking about it for years. That was the plan. Simple, smart, patient and cool. But no. No, you go off and murder Curt’s investigator and try to pin it on Shauna and… and… and I don’t even know what Nina’s doin’ here!”
“Shauna wants Max,” Harry stated.
“So?” Bitsy yelled.
“So,” Harry leaned forward, “outside, her other ass**le is lyin’ in the snow, four bullets in his chest and her finger pulled the trigger, the residue will be on her hand. She was out when I did it. She won’t remember a thing. And it’s the same gun that killed that Fitzgibbon guy.”
I shifted my head to look down at the prone Shauna before I looked back at Harry in time for him to finish.
“The same gun that’ll kill Nina.”
My lungs seized and I felt the blood drain out of my face.
“Nina?” Bitsy whispered.
“Yeah,” Harry’s crazed eyes flicked to me then back to Bitsy, “Nina.”
“Why?” Bitsy asked then repeated on a shout, “For God’s sake why?”
Harry surged from the bed and I tensed as he bent at the waist, his face having gone red, his arms straight down at his sides, hands in fists and he roared, “He can’t have it all!”