Oh, boy, I love when my girls give me such challenging prompts that have absolutely nothing to do with my story! lol It’s so much fun to figure out how to use it in my storyline. I really enjoyed writing this weeks story, too. And because the lovely Jane Blythe insisted I end this story with a showdown between Gage and Taylor, I did! Hope you enjoy it!
Writing Prompt ~ I love unicorns.
Gage took a sip of scotch, then swirled the glass, listening to the ice cubes clink together as the darkness cloaked him.
The sound of the lock turning didn’t scare him or make him jump. He barely flinched as the door swung open. When the lights illuminated the room, he offered nothing but a smile as Taylor looked at him surprised.
“Gage? How did you get in here?”
He took another sip of scotch before setting the glass down to the small table next to the chair. “I bought that bottle for you on your thirtieth birthday. It’s some damn good scotch.”
Taylor eyed the bottle Gage had opened as soon as he broke in. “I hadn’t planned to open it yet.”
“Yes, I know. You were waiting for a very special occasion.” Gage stood up. “Tell me, what occasion is that? The day I die?”
Gage had to admit, Taylor played his shock well as he jerked back as if he punched him hard in the face.
“What does that mean? What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play me for a fool, Taylor. We’ve both been at this game a long time. I play hardball, and you play it right back. But this…this bullshit you’re playing right now is pathetic.”
Taylor’s jaw clenched, just slightly, but enough that Gage saw. Besides that, he still refused to give away his true nature. That he could be a cold-blooded killer. That he would gun down the woman he loved and have his best friend killed.
“Did something happen to Chelsea? Are you losing your damn mind right now? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t you dare talk about Chelsea. Say another word about her again, and I’ll kill you where you stand.”
Taylor’s eyes narrowed. “And why is my best friend threatening me like that?”
Gage shrugged. “Why does my best friend want me dead?”
A low chuckle rented the air. “You’re losing your mind, Gage. I have no idea what’s going on here.”
“And I love unicorns.”
Taylor’s right eyebrow started to twitch, a nervous tick he could never control. Gage could do this all night. Dish out accusations, sarcasm, hatred, until Taylor finally confessed his sins.
Then he’d take out the gun hiding behind his jacket and shoot his friend where he stood.
Or take the high road and have him taken into custody.
He still couldn’t decide what option he liked more. On one hand, this was his best friend. How could he kill him? On the other hand, this same man tried to kill Chelsea. That was unforgivable.
“I think you should leave.”
“And I think you should start talking before I really lose my temper.” Gage shoved his hands into his pockets to help keep the temptation to grab the gun at bay.
“Talk about what?”
“Are you going to keep playing this asshole who has no idea what I’m talking about?”
Taylor walked around the center table where a ceramic bowl sat in the middle and tossed his keys inside. Heading for the large oak cabinet against the wall across the room, he opened up the door and grabbed a glass. He stood silent, his back toward him. Without warning, he turned around and stalked to the small table where the scotch rested and picked it up, pouring a healthy amount into his glass.
“What’s the occasion?” Gage couldn’t help but ask.
Taylor smirked before taking a long swallow, then slammed the glass to the table. “Well, it’s already been opened. I should ask you why you opened it. What’s the occasion?”
Gage took a step back. The look simmering in Taylor’s eyes had him nervous. Not the kind of nerves where he worried he wouldn’t make it out of here alive. Because he would. He promised Chelsea he would be back by her side before the night ended. He would never break a promise to her again.
No, he worried because he feared this situation was about to turn into a scenario where he’d have no choice but to react in only one way.
He reached behind him, grabbing the gun tucked in his waistband at the same time Taylor produced a gun. He knew right away, that extra second he took near the cabinet had been to grab his weapon.
He had to give his friend credit. He searched the living room from top to bottom for any weapons and never found one. Yet, here he stood with a weapon in his hand.
“Care to confess now?” Gage asked as he held his gun firmly trained at Taylor, not one tremble visible in his hands. He was fully prepared to shoot.
“What can I say? I love you like a brother, man, but you’re standing in my way. You’re heading for the top position a lot faster than I anticipated. I can’t have that.”
“So you decide to threaten my girlfriend, and what? She left. She did as that asshole insisted. Were you still planning on killing me?”
A maniacal laugh echoed between them. “I don’t want to kill you. But, if I have to, I will. Losing Chelsea seemed like the better option. You loved her. You were starting to spiral out of control. Yeah, sure, you were working more hours, but you were slipping. That position would’ve been mine. Then, you had to go and get some balls. You just had to go see her. Wrong move.”
“You know that feeling right before the Judge is about to give the verdict, where you know you’re teetering on the edge of victory, just waiting to savor it and celebrate with a bottle of champagne?”
“Of course. We’ve both experienced it many times.”
“This isn’t one of them for you.” Gage squeezed the trigger.
Taylor screamed in pain as his gun dropped to the floor. Pressing his hand to his chest, he fell to his knees in agony. “Why didn’t you just kill me?”
Gage walked up to Taylor, kicking his gun clear across the room, thankful that his buddy in the police department loved to be so competitive when they went to the gun range. If not for that, he probably wouldn’t have been able to hit Taylor’s hand holding the gun with such precision.
“Because, when the Judge reads the verdict for you, I plan to savor that victory and celebrate with the rest of that scotch.” Gage smiled, his eyes twinkling like the devil. “I’m also not in the habit of killing my best friend. Even if he deserves it for hurting the woman I love.”
“You’ll regret this, Gage.”
Picking his glass back up, he took the last sip left. “I regret nothing.”