I gasp as Garrett drives the car full speed into the passenger side of my car, right where Caz is sitting, then reverses just as quickly.
He turns rapidly, veering around the back of my car, but he doesn’t get far. In his haste, he ends up crashing into a cement pole. Through the rear window, I watch his head hit the steering wheel from the impact. Still, I can’t find it in me to move from where I stand. I’m frozen in a state of pure shock.
Caz stumbles out of the driver’s side of my car, eyes wide and full of fury. There’s a cut on his cheekbone, and it’s dripping blood. That’s when the shock wears off and I realize what Garrett was trying to do. He was trying to hurt Caz.
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” Caz shouts.
“I—I don’t know!” I shout back.
Garrett’s car door pops open, and his body falls out of the car. He hits the ground with a hard oomph, and Caz swings his eyes to him, immediately drawing his gun.
“Caz, wait!” I call, but I know it’s too late.
“Oi! You fucking asshole!” Caz barks, stomping toward him. “What the fuck are you doing, eh?! You just hit our car!”
Caz snatches Garrett off the ground and slams his back against the side of the car. Garrett cries out in pain. “Oi, did you hear me? You just hit our car,” Caz snarls in his face.
“Fuck you,” Garrett spits, breathing raggedly. Blood drips from his forehead and the bridge of his nose.
I cup my mouth, unsure what to do. This was not supposed to happen. Why didn’t Garrett just stay away?
Caz looks Garrett all over as if finding him familiar. “Willow?” he calls. “Is this Garrett?” His icy eyes never leave him.
Reluctantly, I say, “Yes. That’s him.”
Within the blink of an eye, Caz has his gun pointed at Garrett’s temple. “You’re the fucker who put his hands on her.”
“Caz,” I murmur, stepping forward. “Please. You can’t. You promised me.”
Caz doesn’t look at me, but he hears me. I know he does because his jaw is pulsing. He’s showing massive restraint right now.
“What are you gonna do?” Garrett taunts, sneering.
“Garrett, I would advise you to shut up, right now,” I say.
“That bitch’ll just use you and ditch you like she did to me,” Garrett hisses at him, completely ignoring me. “You aren’t special, you white bastard.”
Caz’s right eye twitches. Or maybe both eyes do. I can’t tell from only seeing his profile, but in millisecond, Caz brings the gun down swiftly to whack Garrett on top of the head with it.
