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t three a.m., I gripped the wheel and maneuvered the Taurus through scattered taillights on the 134, praying that the crunch under my bald tires was loose gravel. Putting the car in park on the shoulder of the freeway, I took a deep breath, wiped my palms on my jeans, and turned to Steve who was staring in silent defiance through the windshield. The fluorescence from a street light cast eerie shadows across the chiseled contours of his handsome brown face, making him look more like a villain in a superhero movie than just another cheating husband with a band.
“Is it Vasha?”
Steve snorted with disgust. “Vash isn’t the one you need to worry about.”
“Who then?” Hysteria rose in my throat. “Who am I supposed to be worried about now?”
A big rig passed, shaking the car.
“This is really dangerous.” Steve hit the hazard button on the dash. Yellow staccato flashed around our car. “I don’t know who gave it to me. Okay?”
Okay? Tomorrow, I would need to get tested for the venereal disease of the 21st century, or risk dying of cervical cancer because my husband couldn’t keep his d**k in his pants. “Sleeping with my own husband is more dangerous than sitting on the side of the freeway.” I laughed until my fists found his body, and I hit until he grabbed my wrists, pulling me toward him in a hard kiss. I bit his lip. He yelped and pulled away.
“This relationship is toxic.” Steve wiped a spot of blood from his mouth. “Everybody says so.”
“Everybody in your band? Or just everybody you’re f*****g?”
He shook his head. “You’re crazy.”
And then, I opened the glove box, pulled out the .32 caliber and shot him. Dead.
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