Dancing in the Dark (Curves for the Rock Star 4 - A BBW Rockstar Erotic Romance) Read Free Page B

you out to dinner after all this?”
    She pushed the
gun under Rick’s chin. “If I blow a hole through your mouth, will
that get you to shut up?”
    My heart was
pounding. “Please, Louisa…stay with me. I’m taking you seriously,
okay? I’m listening. Tell me what you were going to say.” She
looked up at me, her face turning red with anger. I desperately
needed to get her to calm down.
    “Before I was
so rudely interrupted, I was going to mention how that shitstain of
a doctor doesn’t give a damn, either…”
    “Your doctor?
Your psychologist, right?”
    She started to
breath at a normal pace again. “Yes, Dr Mace. He keeps feeding me
those fucking pills…I’m not crazy. I’m not! I love my son. I just
want him back…I’m not crazy…”
    “I know,” I
said calmly. “I don’t think you’re crazy. But you’re not well,
Louisa. If you want anyone you love in your life again, you have to
get better and that starts by taking your medication.”
    She smiled.
“You mean well, Amy. I quite like you. You seem nice.”
    “Thanks.”
    “But as much as
I quite like you, I fucking hate you, too. I hate you with a
passion because you’re with Rick. So there’s only one thing for
it.”
    She raised the
gun and pointed it straight at me. I’d never looked down the barrel
of a gun before and, in that split-second, time seemed to stand
still. I couldn’t hear, couldn’t move. I just stared at it, waiting
for the worst.
    “Oh, this is
ridiculous!” Rick sprang from the chair and grabbed Louisa’s wrist,
pushing the gun skyward. They grappled awkwardly for a moment
before Louisa, knowing she was overpowered, sank her teeth into
Rick’s arm. “AAARRGGHHH!!!” He sprang back in shock. “Not well, my
ass! I told you she was crazy! Crazy as a fucking coconut!”
    She pointed the
gun at Rick and looked at me. “If I can’t have him, Amy, then
neither can you!”
    To all of our
horror, she did it. She pulled the trigger.
    Rick slumped to
his knees, clutching his chest. “Fuck…you shot me.” He turned to
meet my gaze. “I love you, Amy…tell Luke I’ll miss him…”
    I cocked my
head to the side. “You can tell him yourself. Look down.”
    He opened his
hands. “What…there’s no blood. How come there’s no blood?”
    Roger
interjected. “Because given the puny sound of that shot, I do
believe you’ve just been hit by an air pistol.”
    Rick picked a
pellet up from the floor before standing up to look at Louisa in
disbelief. “You shot me…with an air pistol?”
    “You got a
problem with that, you poor man’s Springsteen? Would you prefer I’d
blown your insides to smithereens?”
    “Poor man’s?
Wait a minute, I’ve won a Grammy, you know…”
    “Back off or
I’ll take an eye out. This is a SIG Sauer P226. Cost me over a
hundred bucks. If you’re going to get an air pistol, might as well
make it a decent one.”
    “It’s quite
nice,” Roger smiled. “Handles well.”
    Rick turned to
him, aghast. “And you’re security? Will you shoot her in the
leg or something, so we can all go home?”
    “Can’t do
that,” he replied. “My gun isn’t loaded.”
    I rolled my
eyes skyward. “Oh, Jesus. Don’t tell her that!”
    “Sorry. Never,
er…been in this situation before. Wasn’t really trained for
this.”
    “You don’t
say,” I replied, folding my arms. “You may as well put your gun
down, then.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you
just told us it isn’t loaded, Einstein. What are you going to do,
throw it at her?”
    Louisa started
waving her gun around. “Well, this has turned out better than I
expected. I take one of the biggest rock stars in the world hostage
with an air pistol and yet, against all odds, I appear to hold all
the cards. Who woulda thunk it?”
    “Give it here,
Louisa,” Rick growled, lunging for it. She fired another pellet at
his thigh. “Ow! Will you stop fucking shooting me! That’s going to
graze!”
    “Would you
rather I shot someone else? How