Chapter 8 - The Hostage Situation
I froze completely as the barrel of the gun locked onto my heart.
Owen's hands were perfectly steady, unlike Damon's frantic shaking.
"I really didn't want to hurt anyone, Maya," Owen said, his voice terrifyingly calm.
"But two hundred thousand dollars is not enough to start a new life."
Claire stared at her fiancé in absolute shock, her hands covering her mouth.
"Owen, what are you talking about?" Claire sobbed hysterically.
"I knew about the affair for months, Claire," Owen sneered at her with disgust.
"I let it happen so I could bleed this arrogant idiot dry before leaving you."
Damon groaned on the floor, clutching his injured shoulder in pain.
"You're insane, Owen," Damon gasped out. "The police will hunt you down."
"Not if it looks like a tragic domestic dispute gone wrong," Owen replied, cocking the hammer of the gun.
He planned to kill all of us and blame it on Damon's infidelity.
I slowly moved my hand behind my back, feeling the edge of the console table.
I knew exactly where the emergency panic button was installed under the wood trim.
I maintained eye contact with Owen, pretending to beg for my life.
"Please, Owen, I'm pregnant," I cried, letting the tears fall naturally.
As he smiled cruelly, my fingers found the hidden red button.
I pressed it as hard as I could.
The silent alarm triggered instantly, sending an immediate dispatch to the local precinct.
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Owen noticed my slight movement and his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"What did you just do?" Owen growled, taking a step toward me.
