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I am frozen in place until Jones pushes past me. He aims his gun at Jonathon, and Jonathon has his gun aimed at me. I don’t care he is pointing it at me. I just need to get to Sophie.
“What the fuck, bro?” Liam shouts at Jonathon. “I thought we were bros. What the fuck has happened? How did you get here?” Liam is distraught.
“Let me give ya the short story. She is my sister, well, half-sister. Her fucking mother and her took my dad away. Made my mother work three jobs to keep food on the table for us. Because she worked so fucking hard, she died of cancer,bro!” he spits at Liam.
“Why didn’t you tell me about your mam? I would have helped to get her the best treatment?”
“She is fucking dead, Liam! And it’s all her fucking fault!” Jonathon starts to swing the gun toward Sophie in his rage.
Ruairi is sneaking past us and got to Sophie. He has undone her feet and is trying to untie her hands. We need to keep Jonathon focused on us. I am only realizing now that is why Liam has been talking to him.
“Point that gun at me, Jonathon! Did you really think I wouldn’t come for my woman?” I snarl at him, pulling his focus away from Sophie again.
“I was planning my dad to be here first, and then you. But he didn’t even show, the fecking tosser that he is. Maybe Sophie was right, he doesn’t care about us. Too late. She still has her sins to pay for!” Jonathon laughs like the craziest fucker I have ever seen. I hear three shots go off and see Jonathon drop to the ground.
“Fucking bastard! I missed her!!” He roars like a caged lion. That’s when I see Jones, he moved behind Jonathon and shot him in the knee and shoulder. He wasn’t trying to kill him, just injure him to keep Sophie and Ruairi safe. Liam walks over to Jonathon and rests his boot on him.
“Your time is up, Jonathon. You knew it was coming.” As he pulls Jonathon to his feet and zip ties his hands and drags him off to the car with Jones’ help. They will take Jonathon to the basement so I can finish him off, but I need to get Sophie safe first. Ruairi has her free and is checking her over in case there are any broken bones before we move her.
“I think she has a few broken ribs, a broken arm and leg, her head needs to be seen to urgently, her pinkie is missing on the right hand, I don’t know what teeth are gone, there are at least three stab wounds, and that’s without lifting any clothes off. I do feel a pulse, but it’s faint. We need to move. Do you want us to carry her out? Or want to wait for the doc?”
I can’t believe everything Ruairi just told me. And she is still alive! Most men I have met have died quicker from less injuries.
“We will take her as we can be quicker, but phone ahead,” I say as I stroke Sophie’s swollen face. Her eyes are completely swollen shut. Her mouth is swollen massively, and the bruises are not helping me see what true damage is done to her face.
We get Sophie to the car. I lay her in the back seat with her head on my lap. I keep stroking her hair. Ruairi is driving and makes the call to doc. I can hear the fear in his voice for Sophie while he is talking to the hospital and explaining the injuries. Ruairi and Sophie have become close over the past few weeks working together over at my casino.
I don’t know how long it takes us, I just keep whispering to her, “Please, don’t leave me, doll. I have waited my whole life for you. Come back to me.” I keep repeating it over and over again.
“We are here! Doc is coming. Stay still till he says.” Ruairi jumps out of the car and opens the door.
Doc arrives quickly, he’s all business and tells me, “Mr. Traynor we are going to take Miss Martin now. I am taking her for scans from head to toe. She is in safe hands and will be in hospital for a while. I will have my nurse call you when we know anything, sir.”
I nod back. I am sure I look like hell, and a scary motherfucker at the minute. I watch them wheel my doll away from me. I want to burn this city to the ground for the suffering she has endured. I turn to Ruairi,
“Time to kill this bastard once and for all.”
“Let's roll, boss.”
Ruairi is driving again. I call Harry.
“Your daughter is just about hanging on. Your son doesn’t have much time left. Is there anything you want to say to him?”
“Can you let me speak to him? I know he has fucked up, but he is still my son,”
Harry begs.
“When I get there, I will call you. You will have two minutes to say your goodbyes Harry, make sure you know what you want to say.”
I hang up. I did what was asked. If it was my son, I would want to say goodbye, even if he was a fuck up.
Here I am thinking about a family, when I don’t even know if my doll will pull through.
Jonathon hasn’t felt my wrath before. He will beg to die, just like how he made my Sophie!
