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It’s just like in the movies when the body goes flying back from impact, and their actual smoke clouds my vision. I stand in shock as Jin’s upper body flies backwards with a bullet hole right between his eyes, and blood admittedly pools around his body as Nicky clings his sister to his body in a death grip.
I see something moving out of my peripheral vision, and I slowly turn my head in shock to see Franco leaning against the opposite side of the doorframe while grasping his stomach.
Blood soaks through his fingers, and he drops the gun as he staggers forward towards a shocked Logan.
Franco pauses at my side and glances at me out of the corner of his eye, grimacing in pain like every moment is agony. It probably is, though I can’t seem to feel bad.
“I’m sorry. For everything,” he says to me in a sincere voice, and I realize Franco isn’t one to atone for his sins, so I can only nod and look at Logan.
“Franco? Why?” Logan rasps, his eyes hardening at the exchange, and watches with a raised brow as his father limps towards him.
“I’m sorry, son. I know it’s too lat-late, but it’s all I can give,” Franco chokes out, his legs shaking, before he collapses on his knees next to Logan and Dom.
Nicky and Nicola have their foreheads together as they whisper in hushed tones, watching as Tey toes Jin’s body to make sure he’s dead. Dalton rolls his eyes and gazes around until he connects his stare with the two guards who took Nicola hostage. He crooks his index and middle fingers at them and says something while pointing at Jin. They wince with quick bows at the waist and nod before bending down to grab each side of Jin’s dead body under his limp arms. Jin’s blood leaves a trail as they take his body away and out a different door across the room.
“I can’t or won’t forgive you, but I’ll make sure you look like a hero. The people don’t need to know that you were corrupted; they need hope. This is a mercy kill, father.” Logan sighs in defeat, shaking his head, and I know he wishes things were different.
I watch with tears in my eyes, feeling sad for my heartbroken Lo. I’m fixing it any way I can, no matter what. He won’t know heartache while with me. I hold that pumping vessel in the palm of my hands and plan to always guard it.
Logan looks away as a tear trails down Franco’s cheek before he nods once in acceptance. Dom clasps Logan’sshoulder, and they share a silent conversation as honey eyes meet deep brown. An agreement, one that shows you aren’t alone. Enemies to friends. Logan doesn’t say anything as he walks away, going to stand next to Nicky and Nicola with his back turned away from Franco.
Tey and Dalton clasp his shoulders in support, leaning their foreheads against his so he doesn’t have to suffer alone.
I silently cry, loving and hating this moment. Brothers for life, always have one another's back. You aren’t alone. Lean on me.
Dom gazes down at Franco with a look that almost resembles pity for a man who was once strong though ended up pathetic with the path he ran towards.
“Goodbye, Franco,” Dom whispers and withdraws his gun from his holster, leveling the barrel at Franco’s head as he gazes up at him with a plea to end his suffering.
“Helena. I’m coming home,” Franco whispers one last time, and I have to look away. Only I don’t hear the bang of the gun.
A white fabric comes into my vision. It covers both my mouth and nose, the smell of chlorine filling my nostrils as a voice speaks softly in my ear.
“You're mine, little bird.”
My limbs instantly go heavy, my heart slowing down as I’m dragged through the doorway behind me unnoticed, and my world is tipped upside down just before everything starts to grow fuzzy and blurry.
Help.
I can see the back of Cruz’s dirty jeans and his just as dirty, muddy biker boots as he quietly takes the stairs without anyone stopping him.
I open and close my mouth, wondering why I can’tscream and shout to the rooftops that I’m being taken by a sociopath.
Everyone was busy, so much happening at once that no one noticed I was being taken away.
What the hell did he give me? My limbs feel so heavy, and my throat is like cotton as everything around me feels like it’s moving too fast. The next thing I know, I hear a pop and I’m being lowered into a dark hole. The fabric of the carpet under me is sensitive to my skin and causes a slight hiss to escape between my teeth. I want to recoil as Cruz sweeps my hair away from my hair and pets my cheek. Vomit climbs up my throat as I become dizzy at the feel of his hands on me.
“There, there, Tillie. I’m here and will never leave your side again. No one can take you away from me.” Cruz says in a voice that’s sickeningly obsessed and not in love like he thinks he is. “Take a nap. We’ll be leaving all of this behind soon enough,” he says as he steps back with a crooked yet not quite a genuine smile as he reaches over head.
He put me in a fucking trunk. Why am I always being kidnapped and shoved in a trunk?
I whimper as I’m entirely plunged into darkness as the trunk lid snaps shut and I can’t do anything at the moment since my body isn’t cooperating with me.
Tears run down my face as the engine roars to life, the vibrations shaking me and echoing in my ringing ears as I silently cry.
Please help me. Somebody. Anyone but Cruz.
Dom
