“Do you think he’ll still want you after he knows I’ve been inside of you again?”
I close my eyes. He’s all but admitting he plans on raping me. The fact that the drug will lower my inhibitions doesn’t change the ugliness of the act. “Please, Jamie. Don’t do this.”
“I don’t want to, Blue, I really don’t, but I have to for Shannon. You should’ve seen her. She was beautiful, smart, and talented. She could’ve been anything she wanted to be. Then she hit sophomore year of college, met a King, and let her life go to shit. Drinking, drugs, and whoring. I tried to get her clean, and back on the right path. She didn’t want it. She seemed to think your little club was her family.” His anger and bitterness are venomous. His whole face has changed. The sweet man has twisted into a maniac with nothing to lose.
“You think she’d want you to do this?” I whisper.
“It doesn’t matter. You know the score. Family above everything else. I’m going to set things right.”
“A-are you going to kill me, Jamie?”
A Jack-O-Lantern smile stretches out on his lips. “Where’s the fun in that? I’m going to change you forever. Every time they look at you, they’ll remember me.”
My skin turns to fire. Sweat forms on my upper lip and forehead.
“It’s starting to kick in. Soon, we’ll have fun before the hurting starts. One last go with the Blue everyone knows and love, before I disassemble you and put you back together.”
The glee in his tone scares the hell out of me. The drugs are starting to kick in when I remember the knife. I peer down. He left my boots on. “My arms hurt, Jam.”
“Oh, did I tie them too tight?”
I slump forward, playing up the effect of the drugs.
“Oh, it’s hitting you now, isn’t it?” He strokes back my hair. “I’ll make you more comfortable.”
I force myself to remain limp, mentally counting the seconds, and waiting for my chance. My tongue is heavy in my mouth and time is distorted. The rope falls away and blood rushes back to my wrists making me wince.
“I’ll help.” He massages my wrists. It’s sweet and that disturbs me more than his violence. I slump forward, chest to my knees. I cautiously pull my right arm to me, waving it.
He continues to work on my left arm, distracted.
/> I creep my hand toward my boot, eyes trained on his face.
He’s oblivious.
I know it’s him or me, but it doesn’t make this any easier. I have one shot at this, but my father taught me well. You don’t come from Psycho Strong and not know how to kill a man. Slipping my hand inside the boot, I grasp the handle of the blade and breathe deeply. Hurry before the drugs kick in. I pull it out and aim for his armpit.
He twists away, but it doesn’t stop my momentum. The blade slips in deep. “Fucking bitch.” He shoves me back.
The side of my head slams against the hard floor. I roll away and watch as the blood drains from his face. A dark stain spreads out over his green polo. I want to look away, but my gaze is trained on the monster in front of me. He stumbles forward and I push to my feet. He latches onto me, squeezing my arms. I struggle against him, but he dead weights me and we fall to the ground. A death gurgle begins in his throat, and a red splotch appears in the corner of his lips.
The drugs take hold and I’m screaming and shoving, unable to think straight. I manage to pitch his body to the side. I just killed my ex lover! I roll onto my side and retch. My vision is hazy. I’m having a hard time focusing. I don’t know where I am or how to get help. My heart races. I wrap my arms around my knees to rock back and forth, riding out the high.
Shadow
“Fuck!” I kick the tire of the empty car abandoned on the side of the road. The techs tracked her cell here and now the trail has gone cold. It’s been three hours, and she’s still missing.
“Calm down, man, we’re going to find her,” Stone says.
“Yeah, will she be alive when we do?” I bark.
“Hey, cool the fuck off,” Wizard warns.
I stalk away from him and run my hands through my hair. I’m supposed to protect my woman. He nabbed her right under our fucking noses. My pocket vibrates. I pull the cell from my cut and frown at the unfamiliar phone number.
“Hello?”
“I killed him, Holt. I fucking killed him.”