FORTY-FOUR

“Come out sore loser!” Zachary screamed for the hundredth time into the cold.

He jerked Clarissa forward till he was standing so close to his vehicle. The only surviving man stood with his gun raised. Clarissa thought the man was an idiot. He was risking his life for someone as morally deprived as her brother.

“I said come out!” Zachary screamed once more.

Clarissa panted. “Just let me go, Zachary. This isn’t right. You know it. Do the right thing,” she pleaded and earned a smack across the cheeks.

“Which part do you not get? I told you to shut up. If I hear one more word from you, then you will wish we weren’t related to each other,” Zachary snapped angrily.

Clarissa swallowed hard. The blood in her mouth was bobbling at this time. She wanted nothing more, but to spit it out. But, she couldn’t do even that, for fear. If she made one wrong move, there was no telling what Zachary would do. It was better to be safe than sorry.

“I said come out! You dumb fucks, step out of the shadows!”