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For a second as he looked at me before shooting Eagle, I was sure I recognized him, but from where, I have no idea. And the momentary flash of recognition has almost faded now.
The trees are closer and closer and Eagle is farther and farther away.
“I’ll rip your fucking eyes out if anything happens to him,” I yell. “I’ll make sure you die a slow and very painful death. Release me or else.”
As far as he knows I’m just making empty threats, so it must be something in my voice that makes him stumble a little, gasp and grip me even tighter.
“My father and his men will come looking for me and they will find me,” I say. “They will find you too. Release me, let me take my man to a hospital and I’ll—“
“Your man?” the man says mockingly and chuckles. “My, how you’ve grown. But you’re still just a little girl, aren’t you?”
What the fuck is he talking about?
I dig my heels into the dirt and stop, hoping to get out of his grasp that way, but he’s too strong for it to do any good. Except making him put me in a tight headlock. So on top of everything else, I can’t breathe now.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but I will,” he hisses. “So walk. And don’t count on your big bad MC president daddy to ever find you. I’ll make sure everyone thinks you and yourmanjust drove off into the sunset.”
How does he know about Cross? And why does he keep talking to me like he knows me too?
He’s completely wrong about anyone back home believing a story like that. I would never just leave them and they know that. They also know Eagle never would either.
We’re at the hut in the trees now, and my whole chest is tight with my need to breathe. He finally releases me and for a few seconds all I can focus on is the sweet rush of air back into my lungs.
In that time, he opens the door and shoves me into the dark cabin, slams and locks the door behind me.
I turn around and start banging on the door, cursing him out, demanding he release me, threatening him with a horrible death, which will come for him, just maybe not in time for me to see it.
“Lily?” a hoarse voice says behind me.
I turn towards the voice. There’s just enough light coming through the cracks for me to make out Tina. She’s leaning against the wall, hugging her knees tight to her chest, her long hair nearly obscuring her face.
I rush to her and kneel on the ground, trying to get a better look at her face. “Are you alright? Has he hurt you? What happened?”
She shakes her head and I don’t know which question she’s answering.
“He ran me off the road, I lost consciousness and woke up in here,” she says hoarsely. “He hasn’t fed me yet. It was you he wanted, not me.”
I stand up and bang on the door, calling the man back. He’s gone to finish Eagle off and I can’t stand the thought of it. I feel my mind going, and insanity rushing in, the kind I know I’ll never recover from if I don’t prevent Eagles death.
“That’s no use,” Tina says. “I did that for the first day and night I was in here. It’s how I lost my voice.”
I hear a shot and then another. The echoes grow louder and louder as I sink down to my knees. I can no longer think. This is it. The end.
Even if I get out of here, even if I survive this, I won’t have survived it. Not if Eagle is dead.
Which I’m sure he is.
20
EAGLE
Lily’s screams and curses,and especially her loud, “No!” echoing in my head, was the thing that called me back from the brink of passing out, probably forever. Or maybe that old piece of shit just didn’t kick me hard enough.
Either way, I’m still just lying here, unable to make my legs or my arms move. Lily’s voice is growing fainter, drowned out by the barking dogs. I can taste dirt in my mouth, and an unpleasant burning all through my body which must be from blood loss.
If I don’t move now, I never will, something inside me is telling me. Maybe it’s my father. Or maybe it’s the voice of the warrior I might’ve once been. Maybe even my spirit guide. I never cared much about any of that kind of old knowledge, as Lily called it, but it’s very comforting now, at the end, which I’m trying to prevent.
Whatever it is, it lends me enough strength to raise my head, and then my chest, balancing on my one good arm. The other is still spewing blood and I can barely move it.
