“I would just shoot you, but it’ll be way better knowing you’re going to burn alive for what you did to my mother, you cunt.”

He shoves the gun in his waistband and pulls open a door with his good hand.

I twist around to see shelves of linens behind me as Harrison pushes the gurney inside with his hip.

“No!” I scream, and the word echoes down the empty hallway.

“There’s no one to hear you scream, whore.”

I open my mouth to yell again, but a shriek fills the air.

“I heard her, you asshole!”

Harrison whips around, still in the hallway, and the next thing I see makes me wonder if I’m hallucinating.

My aunt Jackie launches herself into the air, her hands outstretched, reaching for his throat.

Where the hell did she come from? Did they already move Karma?

Her fingers curl around his neck and they both hit the floor. I struggle toward the end of the gurney closest to the doorway.

“Jackie! He has a gun!”

I don’t know where Harrison finds the strength, but he uses his one good hand to tear Jackie’s fingers from his throat.

“Bitch!”

He flips onto his side like he’s got superhuman strength, and Jackie’s body smacks the floor. I yank at the cuff, trying to get to my aunt to help her battle this bastard, not caring at all that my wrist screams in pain.

I can’t let him hurt her. I won’t let him hurt her.

Harrison scrambles to his feet faster than Jackie can.

“No!” I yell, terrified about what he might do to my aunt next. “Stop! Help! Anyone!” I’m screaming like a crazy person and I don’t even care. All I want is someone to stop Harrison before he can hurt Jackie more.

Harrison grabs Jackie by the arm and yanks her up, dragging her toward the closet where I’m trapped. “I’ll kill two Gables for the price of one. You’re all whores. Every single one of you. You can both die to pay for what your family did to my mother!”

Jackie kicks out at him, but Harrison barely flinches. Whatever painkillers he’s on must have him feeling unstoppable.

“Bitch!”

“No, you’re the little bitch.”

I have no idea how she got Harrison’s gun, but Jackie’s arm swings up and she aims the gun at Harrison’s face.

“You think you know everything, you little prick? You don’t know anything! Whitney never did a goddamn thing to your mother. You want to know who killed her? I did. I killed them all.”

Shock rips through me at Jackie’s screamed confession, and Harrison’s jaw drops.

“What the fuck are you talking about, bitch?”

Jackie wraps her other hand around the grip of the pistol to steady it. “I killed your mother, you piece of shit. Me. I gave her the drugs. She was going to destroy my family, and I wasn’t going to let it happen.”

“What?” I breathe out the question, and Jackie turns to look at me for a second.