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“And here you are sacrificing me to get your revenge. How’s that fair? I probably wasn’t even born yet when whatever happened to you happened.”
“Sins of the father,” she says and laughs again, this time turning and walking to the door. “The Devils made their bed, now you have to lie in it.”
I walk after her, the pain in my arm excruciating as the chain snaps me back. “I love someone too. And these men you’re working for probably killed him by now too. He had nothing to do with what happened to you or your man either. He’s not with the MC, not with the Devils. He never killed anyone. Please, give me a chance to find him. Give me a chance to save him if I still can.”
My words made her stop, but she’s not turning around and she’s not saying anything.
“Give me the chance you never had. Please.”
She turns and I almost wish she hadn’t, because her face is a terrible grimace of hatred and anger. It makes her look like a monster.
“Shut up with your naïve shit, little girl,” she says. “What do you know about love? Nothing. And you never will. Because in a few days you’ll either be dead or wish you were dead. If you’re very lucky, you’ll end up like me. So shut up, eat your damn sandwich, drink some water, and leave me be.”
She practically runs out of the room after that, slamming the door and locking it twice.
I’m shaking so hard my teeth are chattering.
She’s wrong.
I do know what love is.
But that’s not gonna get me out of this room.
I’m afraid nothing will.
And I can’t stop imagining what’s coming.
* * *
Jax
Letting the pain take you is a good rule to live by, but this time I went too far. A few times it was actually death tempting me to let it take me. And I almost did.
They asked me questions while the big fucker was shocking me, but except for a word here and there I didn’t even understand them. So not answering was easy.
But somewhere between not knowing if the pain will ever stop or whether I’ll be able to take another breath after it does, I realized something. I’ll never betray the Devils. And not just for Harper’s sake, as hard as that is to admit. For mine too. And theirs. It just won’t happen. And no amount of torture will change that. Ever.
So it was easy to keep my mouth shut and just focus on taking another breath. However hard that was.
And eventually the big guy shocking me realized he was gonna get nowhere and stopped.
I can still smell my own burning flesh. The smell is now seared into my nose I think. They’re all gone and the room is dark. Problem is, I’m still strung up by my arms and now I can’t feel them anymore. Similar thing with my legs. I doubt I’ll walk out of here anytime soon. But at least the pain is subsiding now, even the one in my side is now just a dull throbbing ache. The bullet didn’t pierce me, it just grazed me.
I know I passed out but have no idea how long I was out for. Or how long I’ve been in here. It feels like a lifetime yet less than a minute somehow. A part of my mind is still stuck in that cabin, Harper in my arms and the fire crackling, warming us both while the wind howls outside. And all this is just a nightmare that won’t end.
I can hear the door sliding open, slowly, making just enough noise for me to know more pain is coming and become more alert. I wish my whole body had gone numb, but it’s just my damn arms and partly my legs. They’ll kill me if they don’t stop the torture now. I hope they realize that. And in almost equal part I wish they’d just get on with it.
I can’t see shit because this room is so dark. Whoever entered closed the door just as slowly behind them and is now approaching very gingerly, their shoes making only the slightest noise. Somehow, that is even scarier than the labored breathing and lumbering footsteps of the big guy.
“Jax? Are you alive?”
It’s not a voice I ever expected to hear again.
“Gene?” I ask. Or croak more like.
He rushes forward, reaches up and starts undoing the rope knots around my wrists, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s jostling me around and waking every pain in my body, making me wanna scream for the first time since they brought me here. I’m sure I screamed before, my throat sure is sore and raw enough, but I don’t remember it.
He finally manages to cut through the rope making my arms flop down on their own, dead to me, and no use in breaking my fall. I smacked my head against the hard ground, and now I see stars.
