Billy had one hand wrapped around Trinity’s forearm, his fingers digging into her flesh, and his other held a gun that he kept pointing at Trent, Joss, and Kevin. For the last ten minutes, Trent had been trying to think of a way to defuse the situation. Billy had caught him off guard. Trent had been on the phone with a client demanding to know why it was taking so long to get the special brick pavers they’d ordered, otherwise he would have taken action as soon as the man walked through the door.
As it was, they were now trapped in the storage room with stacks of boxes and only one way out—a door that was being blocked by Billy. No one was going to come looking for them anytime soon. Best case scenario, they had another hour at least before anyone began to wonder where any of them were.
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