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Now, locked up in this moldy dark cell, I realize how badly I have failed everyone who trusts in me; Evanesce, Knix, the whole MC, and Abigail.
She’s near the end…
“Abigail,” I mutter, dropping my head into my hands. “Oh, Abigail....”
This time, I let my sorrow and helplessness wash freely over me. Tears roll down my eyes, and the loud sounds of my sobs echo in the empty cell room.
It’s been a long time coming.
* * *
Abby
As I draw another labored breath, a hot tear slides down my cheek. Death is a welcome reprieve at this point, but the universe has decided to draw out my punishment. Concepts like minutes and hours have since lost their value in the confines of this little dark room where Anderson made my purgatory. I could have been here for a couple of hours, maybe a few days, some weeks…or even years. I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter. In the end, I’ll die as meaninglessly as I lived. There’s never been a moment where I lived for myself– except for the time I spent at the clubhouse. For a second there, I thought I had a real shot at happiness. Being around Pocus and the members of the MC had given me a sense of belonging that I never knew was missing in my life. But even that part of my life was orchestrated by Anderson Grey.
Pocus….
I wonder how he’s doing and what he thinks of me now despite telling myself over and over again that there’s no point in ruminating about a life that wasn’t mine in the first place. I’m going to die, and Pocus is going to move on like I never existed. Hot helpless tears slide down the corners of my eyes. It’s funny. I didn’t know I had any strength left to cry. I guess it’s better this way.
I hear a sound at the door, but I’m too weak to wonder what’s happening. I hear a silent grunt, a loud bang, and complete silence. Suddenly the door is pushed open.
“Abby?”
The voice sounds familiar, but I can’t seem to put a face to it. He calls my name again, and I groan quietly in response. He rushes to my side and kneels beside me.
“Wh…,” my voice trails off weakly.
“It’s me, Knix,” he replies, putting his arms around me. “My God…I’m so, so sorry. I saw when they brought you in, but I had to get everything I needed from this hell.” He picks me up and bounces my body in his arms. “Let’s go home now.”
Home.
The word seemed so foreign yet welcoming. How wonderful would it be to die at home? Pocus is my home, and to draw my last breath in his arms would be the one last act of mercy from the universe to me.
Home.
The word keeps resonating in my head as Knix carries me out of the room, stepping over the unconscious bodies of the guards outside my door. I hadn’t realized it before, but now it dawned on me that I’d been keeping the hope of being rescued. I’d held on for so long despite the immeasurable pain because deep inside my heart, I hoped that I would see Pocus one more time – I needed that last chance.
Home.
Now, I can close my eyes and rest a little… just until we get home.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
Pocus
Kendra Tatum pulls up in her expensive BMW in front of the clubhouse and turns to face me with a small sigh.
“I guess it’s time for a lecture,” I say dully. I close my eyes and lean back in the passenger seat of her car. “What to do, though? I don’t think I’m in the mood to listen to one.”
“Listen, Pocus…I had to pull some damn heavy strings to get you out of that cell on bail.”
“Isn’t your extraordinary abilities and connections the reason you’re one of the best lawyers in New Orleans?” I ask in a dry tone. “It’s why I pay your insanely high rate, too.”
Kendra rolls her eyes at me and sighs heavily. “Anyway, you owe me one. It’s a good thing Anderson’s injury isn’t life-threatening, and you’re lucky Seer called me when he did, else you’d be in big trouble as we speak. You don’t just go around shooting men like Anderson Gray in their homes. I don’t know the deal between you two, but you better steer clear of the man.”
“Thanks for today, Kendra,” I say, unfastening my seatbelt. “I’ll see you around.”
“Be careful, Pocus!” Kendra calls out as I step out of her car.
