A/N:

So I got this in my e-mail yesterday. Thank you for the lovely cover!!😍

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My eyes dart down to my body to locate where the hell she shot now again but I don't see any bullet holes, none that are new of course. I look up only to see that she fired into the open air. 

"I wasn't done speaking and you don't get to call the shots here. I think it's pretty clear that I do."

It's in her best interest to spare me the dramatics.  I stare at her blankly, awaiting something useful to come out of that sewage smelling mouth of hers.

"Three days is all you have."

"We've come to that conclusion already, anything else?" I question, growing tired of lying on the ground.

After heavy contemplation, she places the gun in the back of her jeans and walks over to me. It's a struggle at first, but she gets me to my feet nonetheless. Every now and then I painfully hiss as certain movements cause great discomfort. As soon as I'm on my feet she guides me to my vehicle. Each step causes distress, but it's distress I have to take it.

My clothing soaks in blood, yet somehow the blood continues to oose outward. I wait impatiently for the perfect moment to reach over and grab at the weapon in her jean. She's quick to notice this and immediately throws me to the ground. I hiss and grunt in great pain, grabbing onto my chest and leg as my body curls over to one side. This woman will get what's coming to her. She might believe she has the upper hand now, but she'll soon regret every decision made against me.

"What stunt are you trying to pull here?" she yells and I choose not to answer. 

With all the yelling and gunshots going about, one would think at least one neighbor would surface to see what's happening. Yet, there's not a single soul in sight. I must have missed the evacuation notice.

The lieutenant begins to massage her temples in circular motions before speaking again. "Steven, you aren't my target but if you're of no help to me I'll kill you too. So stop with your bullshit and get your ass in the car!" she turns around and heads to the drivers' side. 

So what, am I suppose to carry myself over to the car? I'm half dead and she expects me to drag my injured self across the driveway. She climbs in and simply sits there waiting for me to magically appear in the passenger seat.

"I won't try anything this time okay," I say as I notice her unwavering expression, determined not to look my way. "I can't lift myself you know. You shot me. Three times to be exact." 

This is ridiculous. I've never had to reason with someone to a point that it sounds as if I'm begging. I feel pathetic. A grown 29-year-old man begging for help. It's enough to make me sick.

I hear a long and heavy sigh escape the lieutenant as she opens the door. Before I know it, she's back at my side helping me to my feet. I decide not to try anything this time. My body can't stand another slam to the ground. 

We make our way around the vehicle as she guides me into the passenger seat. I notice the can of beer I grabbed from the refrigerator earlier emptying out and pooling at my feet on the carpet floor. The stench of beer hits my nose and I realize, a good one has gone to waste.

The lieutenant shuts the passenger door before making her way around to the driver's side.

"Since we're already at my place, go and get me some clothes so that I can replace these drenched ones. They're in my bedroom," I order her. I'm not going through with my plan looking like hell. Feeling that way is torture enough as is.

"Aren't you just full of demands! I honestly don't have time for this." 

She ignores my request and starts up the engine. 

"Cloths then for the least. I need to stop from bleeding out. You'll find them in the garage." I continue.

She lets out an aggravated cry before turning off the engine and removing the key. Then throws the door open and treads into the garage. While she's inside, I take this as an opportunity to reach for my burner phone in my back pocket. I unlock it and hastily type a message to Frank.

The lieutenant found me first. At my place. I'm injured, three bullets. Currently in my car. She's in the garage. New plan. I'm bringing her in. Inform Marcus.

I press send and quickly look up to make sure she hasn't seen me. Luckily she's still searching around in the garage. My phone vibrates in my hands and my attention gets drawn back to it.

Got it. Delete these messages in case she finds the phone. Turn off your volume and keep the phone hidden.

I reply with a thumbs up then delete the messages and turn off the volume. Now where to hide it? I scan around in the car for a good spot but nowhere seems safe. She will soon notice it in my jean pocket so that's not an option. An idea surfaces to mind and against all odds I decide to go with it.

I unzip my pants and quickly shove the phone in my underwear. Now that's a feeling I'll never get used to. I try to readjust myself as quick as possible. As I zip up my jeans the driver's door swings open and sends my heart racing.

Did she see me?

"Here you g-... What are you-" her face turns to confusion for a few seconds but quickly changes as her eyes widen. Ah shit, she probably did. Good thing I deleted the messages. Besides, it's not like she knows my password so it's fine.

"Ewww! You disgusting, horny creature. Even injured, you still find time to-... Just take these." her head shakes as she speaks as if trying to get rid of the image that formed. She chucks the cloths onto my lap and takes the keys out of her pocket.

So she thinks that I was jerking off, a short-lived self-stimulation session, well I can live with that. I start to laugh at the idea. Imagine, a dying man using his last breathe to receive pleasure. What are the odds?

"What? Was your husband no good?" I question, knowingly stepping into dangerous territory. 

I take the cloths and press them against my wounds. 

"Don't ever mention him again!" she blares in my face and I lean back while holding my breath.

Seriously, what did she eat?

The memory of me informing her of her vile breath has to be playing in her mind because she's quick to retreat. She slums back into her seat and lifts the keys up to her face. "Which button closes this damn garage?" she questions as her attention is now on the keys dangling in her hand. 

I reach to press the button but she moves the keys out of my reach. I sigh before pointing to the purple button and she presses it. The garage slowly closes as she starts up the engine once again.

"You know, for a lieutenant, you're pretty deranged. I'm starting to wonder how you got your job. Probably cheated your way into the system," my voice strains as I speak, the physical suffering visible. 

Her face turns a dark red, eyes narrowing into slits.

"Psychotic really. So dysfunctional... She messed you up that bad huh?"

"She fucking- arrggghh!" 

I can tell that her blood is boiling. The lieutenant fumes, but is quick to extinguish herself as she brings her volume back to human standards. High pitched, squeaky voices should be banned.

"It's no damn use with you," she ends and starts backing out of the driveway.

Oh, I'm not done with you yet. The fun has only just begun. 

"I mean come on, let's face the facts here. You're seeking revenge on a girl with mental issues who clearly has no control of her actions," I inform her with a blank expression.

"Yeah about that. I don't buy that bullshit. Not one bit of it!" she exclaims. 

Damn, she's exactly like her husband. Or is it ex-husband since he's dead? 

"You do know that you're going the wrong way right?" I inform her, not that I've given her any instructions before hand but I cannot wait for us to get back to base. Once we reach the warehouse, she'll be the one begging for mercy. I'll make sure of it.

"Am I really now?" she looks over to me with a knowing look. 

"Umm, yes you stupid bitch. Stop pretending you know everything. You have to go in the opposite direction."

I hiss in agony as the car comes to a sudden stop and my body lunges forward then back into my seat. The phone causes a terrible pinch in my pants and I cry out in pain while readjusting myself.

"And why's that?" she questions and my mouth hangs open. 

I'm shocked by her level of stupidity. 

"Did you inhale too many fumes in the garage or something? What? Memory all fucked up?" I stare at her in confusion. She's beginning to annoy me even worse than what hell cat does.

She rotates her body towards me and props her left elbow up against the seat while the other rests on the wheel. Her fingers tapping away impatiently, yet tauntingly.

"Why should we go in the opposite direction, because I've done my research and all three of the closest institutions are in this direction. So what are you trying to say? That you never took her?" all the while speaking a knowing smirk plays on her lips and I feel like punching it right off.

"Are you still looking for the girl or not? If you are, she's the other way. Stop wasting my time and let's move." I end and lean back in my seat, not giving her more information than is needed.

After a moment's hesitation, she rotates forward and places both hands on the wheel. Her grip tightening with each passing second.

"Living next to the Sheriff must have its perks when it comes to you," she speaks up after turning the car around. I give a questioning look but before I know it, a hand raises with a gun in its possession and comes down crashing into the side of my head.

Darkness overtakes my vision as I get sucked into a deep slumber.