As the music reaches its final crescendo, Dwight presses the gun hard into Amber’s belly and hisses, “Either of you make a peep and she’s dead.”
My palms are sweating, and my heart is doing the Samba. Panic catches in my throat as the club falls into silence.
Dwight begins nibbling Amber’s ear. He reaches a hand round, and toys with her n*****s. All the while, the gun barrel slides back and forth between her thighs.
Amber is shaking. I feel useless. There is nothing I can think of to do.
Dwight comes around and squats down beside Amber’s thigh.
“Time to bring her off, I’d say.”
He pulls Amber’s knees apart, forcing her to squat a little, and then he reaches up, gun in hand. The sight is pointing to the front.
I squeeze shut my eyes, unable to look. I’m struggling for air. I want to
