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“I need to show you something. Now.”
I lick my lips. “Okay, I’ll follow you out.” I follow behind him after yelling at my new dancers to warm up for a few seconds. Once we hit outside, I reach for his arm. “What do you need to show me?”
“It’s in the RV.” His tone is clipped, even though his body language is loud.
I follow him to the RV and inside when we reach it.
The smell hits me first. Blood. The distinct scent of metal. My eyes come to King who is watching me as I close the door. “What have you done?”
King smirks, pulling out a pack of smokes and putting one between his lips. He flicks open the Zippo, and when the light catches it, I recognize it straight away. “King!” I scolded him as I continued to chase him through the forest, diving over fallen branches. “You’re running too fast.”
“Or are you just too slow?” He grinned as he ran backward.
I growled out as I zipped forward, only my foot clipped an old branch and I was falling, straight for the dirt ground.
“Ouch!” I yelled, pushing my palms off the mud.
“You okay?” King asked, kneeling down beside me and grabbing me by the hand. “I can’t trust you for a second, can I?” His smirk was cute, his dimples deeper than ever.
I shoved him playfully just as something flashed on the ground. I bent down and picked it up. “Huh. A lighter!”
“Zippo!” King corrects, taking it from between my fingers.
I shrugged. “Zippo then!” He pockets it and takes my hand. “Hurry up before it gets dark.”
I step up beside King. Slowly turning my head, the body on the floor catches my eyes straight away. There’s a pool of blood spilling out from his body, his face turned toward me. “Jack?” I rush toward him, dropping to my knees. His eyes are rolling to the back of his head, blood leaking out from between his lips.
“King!” I scream, turning to face him. “What did you do?”
King blinks, his eyes coming to mine. “Revenge, only this time, he’s not walking away alive.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I whisper-yell, taking Jack’s hand in mine and squeezing it.
King steps forward and I quickly stand to my feet, putting distance between him and Jack. “Why would you do this? The door opens to the side, the light breaking through. Delila steps inside, assesses the current situation and shakes her head. “I hope you deal with that, King.”
King continues to look at me, his eyes searching mine. “You won’t believe a fucking thing I say anymore, will you?”
“You lied to me! And then you were going to fucking kill me, King!”
“Yeah?” He grabs me by the front of my throat, blocking my airways and forcing my lips against his. “I’ve killed for less, P.” He shoves me backward and I fall onto Jack, my hands slipping in the warm goo. “Good luck with your bullshit, P. I’m fucking done.” He turns and walks out, slamming the door in his retreat.
“Jesus Christ.” I turn quickly, my hands coming to Jack’s chest. “It’s going to be okay. We’ll get you some help.” I pick him up, but he coughs, clutching his ribs. His shirt is torn and blood is spilled all over it. I swing his arm over my shoulder and wrap my arm around his waist, pulling him up to stand straight. “I’ll get you to a hospital and say someone jumped you.” I help him to the door, yanking it open. Thankfully, there are not as many people hanging around because most of them have disappeared for the holiday. I yank him forward, pushing him against the side of the RV. “Wait here. I’m going to get King’s keys.” I rush back inside and shove papers, keys, and other random crap out of the way to find his keys. Running up the stairs, I head straight for his bedroom, shoving away the memories of the last time I was up here.
Finding the keys on his dresser, I pick them up and quickly rush out, heading back to Jack. Scooping him back in my arms, I direct him to the parking lot. I find King’s Rolls Royce as soon as I get there, pushing the alarm on the key to unlock it. Swinging open the door, I put him in the passenger seat and run to the driver’s side.
“Drive and I’ll show you where to go,” he huffs, blood coating his lips.
“To a hospital is where you need to go!” I yell, pushing the engine button to start the car. It roars to life and I skid down the gravel as if I’m being chased by the five-oh.
“No!” Jake coughs, blood spilling out of his mouth. “Please. This isn’t the first time King has hit me. Just follow forward and I’ll tell you where to go. There’s only one person who can help me.” I hesitate with myself, but when he pleads again, I agree and begin following his directions.
