Chapter 8
Winston tried slamming the door shut, but Zeke barged forward and pushed him back.
“No love for your buddy Zeke?” the crazed man asked.
“How did you get here?” Winston asked, stumbling backwards.
“Hid in the trunk. Thanks for the ride, by the way.” Zeke flashed a killer grin. “So, which side of the bed is mine? My back is killing me.”
“You can have the whole bed, I'll just step out for a minute while you get settled,” Winston said quickly.
“We need to get ready for the wedding,” Zeke said as he casually pulled a kitchen knife out of his jacket pocket. “There's no time, Winston. Such a silly boy. Where's Erik, by the way? I have a few words for him.”
“He left,” Winston said with a forced shrug, trying not to focus on the knife. “Don't know if he'll show up or not. Probably
