Part 12 (1/2)

”Keep to the plan,” she said.

The door on the far side of the room opened and Juan walked in with Ray. Ray looked nervous, but Juan looked almost frantic. Blanche wondered what the h.e.l.l Ray had told him to get him down to the garage.

”What happened? Is she okay?” Juan asked as he drew near. ”How did she get hurt?”

Blanche calmly pressed the muzzle of the silencer against the underside of Jenni's chin.

Juan stopped cold, his eyes growing wide. ”What the f.u.c.k?”

”We're leaving and you're opening the gate,” Blanche said coolly.

Juan blinked, taking it all in. He looked sharply at Ray, who backed away, ducking his head. ”What the h.e.l.l is going on, Ray?”

”We're leaving,” Brewster said in his loud booming voice. ”And you're letting us out.”

”You could have just asked,” Juan hissed at them.

”Oh, like you would have let the Hummer go,” Blanche said mockingly.

”This is about your f.u.c.king car? Travis said your husband was all crazy to get it back.”

Blanche just laughed. ”It's about my f.u.c.king treatment around here. I am taking my car, my men, and I'm going home.”

”Fine, but you can't take her!”

”I'll give her back to you once we're through the gate. I'll leave her off on a corner somewhere in town and you can hurry your little a.s.s out there to get her before the zombies do,” Blanche a.s.sured him.

Of course, it was a lie. Blanche had come to hate Jenni about as much as she hated anyone. She was going to enjoy making the little b.i.t.c.h her...well...slave. She wasn't sure why she hated her so much, but it was probably because everyone seemed to adore the f.u.c.king crazy spic.

”b.i.t.c.h,” Juan spat.

Blanche nodded and shrugged. She flipped the safety off. ”Now, I have no problem shooting her if you don't do as I say.”

”You shoot her, I won't let you out.”

”No, no, someone else will let us out because then you'll be our hostage,”

Blanche a.s.sured him.

”I don't believe you,” Juan said after a beat. ”You don't have it in you. You wouldn't even do guard duty.”

Blanche shrugged, then looked over at Stephen. ”Stephen?”

”Yes, dear?” he replied softly. He was obviously uncomfortable with the whole situation.

Blanche shot him four times in the chest and watched with some satisfaction as a look of surprise gave way to horror on her husband's face, then he collapsed.

”I will shoot her,” Blanche said calmly.

Juan backed up a few steps, shaken. Even Ray looked horrified.

”d.a.m.n,” Brewster muttered.

”I didn't sign up for this,” Johnson said unexpectedly.

”What?” Blanche turned toward him, startled.

”I didn't sign up for you killing people. You said we were leaving, that's all.” He was backing away from her, his hand moving toward his gun.

Blanche fired at him, hitting him twice in the chest. She made a mental count of her rounds and patted her pocket for the other clip. She was uncertain if she had started with a full clip or not.

”You're f.u.c.king crazy,” Juan shouted at her.

”Start the car,” Blanche told Ray.

He hesitated, then obeyed, moving to the Hummer and picking up the keys from Stephen's limp hand.

Well, at least her favorite two were left, Blanche decided.

Brewster still had a good grip on Jenni, but he was looking unsteady, unsure.

Blanche wondered if she had read these men wrong. She had expected them to be more ruthless. She sighed. Stupid Shane. He would have had her back.

Juan took a step forward. ”Just take me, okay? Let her go. I'll tell them to open the gate and you can drop me off somewhere. Okay?”

Blanche considered this. It was tempting but she really needed a maid to upkeep the mansion. Though she was loathe to admit it, she envied Jenni.

Juan may be Mexican, but he was rather hot.

She shook her head, trying to concentrate on the here and now.

”Now, Juan, don't go messing up my plans,” Blanche ordered.

He stared at her, then shook his head, fear in his eyes. ”You're lying. I can see it. I don't trust you. Give me Jenni and then just go. Just go.”

Blanche hesitated. It sounded so easy when he said it. But it wasn't. She had a point to make here. They had not treated her as they should have, plain and simple. They had all treated her like s.h.i.+t. Yet, they weren't worthy to lick the heels of her $14,000 boots. She had been forced to mop, dust, clean dishes, and put up with stupid people. She and Stephen had to share a room and she wasn't even given any sort of personal maid.

There was a f.u.c.king point to be made here.

These stupid people did not realize who she was! She was a s.h.i.+ning daughter of the f.u.c.king d.a.m.n state of Texas. She moved in circles with the gawdd.a.m.n Hiltons and Donald Trump. She was a f.u.c.king somebody and they were f.u.c.king s.h.i.+tkickers.

”Just, please, put the gun down and let Jenni go,” Juan said softly.

”Don't tell me what to do!” Her infamous temper flared and before she realized what she was doing, she swung the gun around and shot Juan.

He staggered backwards, then collapsed against the wall.