“Are you serious?” Donald seethes. His expression is contorted into blue-faced rage.
Rob looks equally murderous. “I will not compromise her safety. Tell your men to drop their weapons—now.”
Hargrove’s response is to pull out his own pistol and level it right at me. But since Olivia’s back is pressed to my chest, it looks an awful lot more like he’s threatening her.
“That f*****g scum needs to be put away for life. We agreed, remember? He needs to be buried, one way or another.”
“And we’re still in agreement,” Rob growls, through gritted teeth. “But my only condition was that my sister get out of this unharmed. I’ll ask you one more time: drop the guns.”
As the two of them stare each other down, I inch forward, pushing Olivia as I go.
“What are you doing?” she hisses.
“Trust me,” I
