Clay's Unwanted Blondie

Chapter 66

♥⁠╣CLAY╠⁠♥

"CARTER..."

"Carver. The fucking name's Carver."

Tied to a chair, a knife jabbed in his right shoulder, losing blood by the minute, Clay could have handled the fact that he was going to die in a shabby apartment and in an even shadier neighborhood.

That was karma.

Karma for leaving her.

Karma for all those fights.

But fuck karma.

The dynamics had changed.

Why? Because the stalker was Brooklyn's best friend.

Why? Because fucking  Carter was unhinged and for lack of better words, a mentally unstable psychopath.

If he died here, he wasn't dumb.

Carter... Carver would go after Brooklyn, stay close to her like he had for all those years without being detected.

"You don't... have to do this."

"I warned you but you just don't get it, do you hotshot? You made me do this!

You brought this on yourself. You took her away from me!"

"Carter..."

She was never yours in the first place, Clay wanted to say.

The mention of his name had Carter bawling.

One minute Carter was scratching his head with the stump end of his gun and the next minute he jammed the same gun on Clay's neck.

"Carter is and always will be a pussy. He locked me out.

Soon as I saw her in college and marked her as mine, the bastard locked me out. You know what's that like?

To be locked out of your body, while the woman you love goes ahead and falls for other men but not you?

I had a chance with her but Carter he... he said we were gay. He took any chance I had with her."

"And you think doing this will make her love you?"

Clay gritted, that knife wound stinging like a bitch.

"No but it's one more step in getting her to hate you. When Ashton broke her heart, I was there for her.

When you left her, I was there for her and when you disappear I'll be there for her.

Me not Carter but me. I will love her better than you did her. I will have my family and you'll be a forgotten memory, Cervantes."

He was teetering to the edge of the cliff.

Clay knew it.

If Carter didn't kill him, the chances of the wound in his shoulder killing him were high.

Question was, would he leave Mia and Br... Brooklyn in the hands of this psychotic bastard?

Death was inevitable. Fuck, that much he knew.

But what was death if he didn't save the ones he loved?

What was the point of leaving her in that fucking theme park if it wasn't going to make a difference in her life?

What was the point of tuning out her cries...her voice...her pleas...

"The Carter I know wouldn't want this for Brooklyn. He'd fucking kill for her and Mia.

You've gotta be in there, Carter. You've gotta show up for your best friend.

I failed her, her sister failed her, her father failed her but you've never failed her.