Trapped (Bullied Book 4) (Bullied Series) Vera Hollins (best large ereader txt) 📖

He snapped his head to look at me, which was enough of a distraction for Blake to close in on him and punch him in the jaw. Bobby Q toppled over the couch and dropped to the floor, but he quickly scrambled to get up, and I aimed at him again.

“Don’t move,” I repeated. I hoped he couldn’t see just how much my hands were shaking. “If you move, I’ll shoot you.” He grew still.

Blake supported himself against the back of the couch, panting. “Are you okay?”

My face distorted when I saw blood dripping from his mouth down his chin. “Yes.”

“Where’s Isaac?” Bobby Q asked me.

“Passed out in the basement.” I looked at Blake. “I called the police, and they’re on their way.” Bobby Q reached for the gun on the floor. “Don’t move!”

He smirked and retracted his arm, wiping some blood off the corner of his mouth. “You won’t shoot me. You don’t even know how to hold a gun.” He pointed at the gun I held, and I straightened my grasp around it, holding it with both hands.

“Maybe she won’t,” Blake said. Something dark converged around him as he picked up the gun from the floor. “But I will.” He aimed it at Bobby Q.

I let out a small gasp because of the sudden look on his face. I could feel the darkness that was unlike anything I’d ever felt from him—not even in those days when he bullied me the most—and it was like I was seeing a completely different person. My fear of what he could do returned, only it was so much stronger. This wasn’t the same Blake. This guy…this guy was capable of killing a person.

This was his chance to avenge Emma, and now, with a gun in his hand, he had the perfect opportunity to deal with his kidnappers. I looked at Lawrence. I couldn’t see his chest moving. What if Blake hadn’t pushed that knife into his stomach in self-defense? What if he had been trying to kill him?

“Blake, what are you going to do?” I asked in a panicky tone when he took a few menacing steps toward Bobby Q. His face was filled with undiluted hatred, his teeth bared as he hovered above him. My stomach coiled with increasing tension. “Blake, the police will come and handle him. So please…”

He didn’t even listen to me, taking another step toward Bobby Q, the end of the gun only inches away from his face.

Bobby Q’s cocky expression was finally gone. “Don’t do anything rash, okay?” he told him. He could see it in Blake’s eyes too. He could see that Blake was capable of finishing him off in an instant. “You don’t actually want to kill me. So put down that gun and—”

Blake pressed the gun against Bobby Q’s forehead and snarled at him. “I want to kill you,” he said in a voice I didn’t recognize. “I want to blow up your brain just like Isaac did to Emma. I want to kill all of you.”

I took a shaky step toward him. “Blake, please, put the gun down.”

Blake nudged Bobby Q’s forehead with the gun. “No. He needs to die. All of them need to die.”

My heartbeat was deafening in my ears. “No, don’t do this. You’ve decided not to do it. They will be jailed for life. They will be punished.”

Blake growled. “No. That’s not enough.”

“Listen to the girl, Jones. Be smart.”

“Smart? That’s rich coming from you. How many deaths do you have on your conscience?”

I took another step toward him, Isaac’s gun hanging loosely in my hand. “Don’t, Blake. You’re not like him. You’re so much more than that. Please think about yourself, your future. Think about me. Don’t do it. Please, don’t do it.”

He just glared at Bobby Q as he stood rigidly; his hand clenched the handle of the gun more tightly as his finger twitched over the trigger. His muscles were quivering, and I expected him to shoot any second…

Too quickly for me to comprehend, the gun was taken out of my hand and pressed against my temple.

“Drop the gun, or she’s dead,” Isaac said hoarsely as he grabbed my shoulder to keep me in place.

Blake’s eyes widened at Isaac’s gun. He met my gaze then looked at the gun again, and his face twisted with anguish and fear that matched mine. I grew queasy with fear that made my limbs cold. It was limitless.

“Okay,” Blake choked out. “Okay. Just don’t hurt her.” He dropped the gun to the floor and stepped away from Bobby Q, and for a second, our eyes locked on each other.

Isaac aimed his gun at Blake and pulled the trigger.

I screamed. The world narrowed to the bullet that hit Blake’s head, just like it had hit Emma, and the horrid and ghastly sight punched the air out of me.

Blake dropped to the ground and remained there motionless, dark blood streaming from the top of his head down his face. Just like Emma. Dead.

“NO,” I screamed, sinking to my knees. He’d been shot in the head. He wasn’t moving. He wasn’t moving at all. “No, no, no, no!”

The police sirens reverberated in the distance, but I couldn’t feel anything but this crushing feeling in my chest that spread through all of me and hammered more and more pain into me. He was dead. Blake was dead. He’s dead. Dead. Dead. DEAD.

“Shit. The fucking cops,” Bobby Q said, sounding like his voice came from the end of a dark tunnel. His face was blurry as I looked at him, just like the rest of my surroundings as the edges of my vision went white. “I’ll go get the car ready, and you get rid of the girl.”

He ran out of the room, and I looked at Isaac, unusually apathetic as shock detached me from reality.

Isaac hovered above me. “Sorry, sweety pie, but play nice in heaven, okay?” He winked and raised his gun at me, and I closed my eyes, too empty.

Blake