by Lexie Ray
“How’s that?” she challenged. “Dale’s dead. The girls are grown, and I’ve got a gun pointed at your head.”
“You’ll see,” he said.
And that’s when it happened. That’s when the miracle occurred, the opportunity she never thought would present itself.
Travis shifted his weight, exposing the broad side of his chest out from behind Ash.
If Hunter had stopped to think about it, she never would have done it.
She swung the gun lowering it towards the right, and fired.
The tremendous sound caused Ash to flinch, jumping sideways.
The kick from firing sent Hunter’s gun smacking back, nearly striking her face. But her eyes never left Travis.
He fell sideways, stumbling to the ground. The hole in his chest turned bloody red in seconds.
It was a perfect shot.
Travis tried lifting his gun, but had no control over his hand. He could do nothing but clench his chest and fade into unconsciousness under the unstoppable flow of hemorrhaging blood loss.
Ash looked up at her, but where she expected to see relief, gratitude, and reassurance, she was met only with wide-eyed fear.
Suddenly, Hunter realized there was more going on here than met the eye.
She had no idea why, but at that moment she looked towards the bathroom door. It was closed.
She looked at the girls. Molly wasn’t there.
She remembered the gunshot she and Ash had heard.
Hunter thought she understood.
But when the bathroom door slowly creaked open, and she saw who was stepping out of it, her entire world was thrust upside down in the blink of an eye.
“Hello, Sweetheart,” said a man.
Hunter couldn’t believe her eyes.
It was her father, the monster who had started the horrors of the farmhouse all those years ago. The man she most wanted dead.
All of a sudden, Ash grabbed her by the arm, snatching the gun out of her possession.
“It’s all over,” said Hunter’s father.
Hunter stared, mouth gaping at Ash.
“I don’t believe it,” she whispered.
Ash returned her gaze. His steel blue eyes turned dark.
“I trusted you,” she said under her breath.
“Things aren’t always what they seem,” said Ash, holding her gaze as long as possible.
But Hunter turned away, glaring hard at the monster she used to call Dad.
“I needed to see what kind of killer you are,” he said, his voice seething with evil. “Now I know. You’re perfect.”
Whatever dark intentions her father had, Hunter made a promise to herself that she would never let him succeed.
This wasn’t the end.
It was just the beginning.
And no one knew what kind of killer she was better than Hunter herself.
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TO LOVE A KILLER.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten