Vickie swallowed the cupcake in her mouth and squeaked, “Hi, Gideon.”
He sneered, his hand winding tightly around her arm. “You remind me of a dying rat.”
“Please—” she began, hoping someone in the store would interfere, but nobody was paying attention.
“No one to save you.” He pulled her outside the shop and toward his car.
“Gideon, please. We can talk about this.”
“You c**k-blocking cunt. Shut up and get in the car.”
She wondered if screaming would help, but by the time she finished scanning the environment for witnesses, Gideon already had her staring down the barrel of a pistol.
Vickie swallowed hard. “I’ll go in.”
Just as she was about to enter, a phone went off, distracting Gideon for a split second, allowing him to lower his gun.
Vickie took her chance. Before the phone wa
