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"I heard her scream get closer as she ran toward us, shouting 'Stop!'"
“Stay out of it!” I yelled back, halting her in her tracks.
“I’m giving you a lifeline here, man!” Macabre stated.
But I stood up, feeling exhausted and swaying slightly. “I don’t need a lifeline,” I replied firmly.
Macabre drew out the Glock he had concealed at his back. “You’re leaving me no choice,” he said with a menacing tone.
“Jameson wants me dead?” I asked.
“No, but fuck, he never said anything about incapacitating you.”
I didn't back down and charged towards him, but a shot was fired and I felt the impact in my leg before slamming into him. Despite his excellent fighting skills, I managed to grab him in a choke hold, slowly cutting off his oxygen.
“I don’t want to kill you, brother. I just want to put you to sleep for a while,” I said to him as he struggled to break free, but within seconds he lay unconscious.
I leaned back, taking in gulps of air as he still lay on top of me. Catalina came running up, kneeling by my side.
“You’ve been shot.”
“You’ve been shot.”
I looked down at the hole in my pants and collapsed to my side. “Is that what that was.”
She quickly helped me up, sliding Macabre off me. We both looked down at him for a long second.
“Is he dead?” She asked and I shook my head.
“No. Just knocked out. We need to go before he wakes up.”
“What’s gonna happen when he wakes up.”
I kept my eye on him, knowing that Macabre would be disoriented and pissed when he came to. But worst of all, he’d want my head on a fucking silver platter after this. Taking off my belt I tightened around my thigh to stop the blood flow as much as I could. I needed to get her as close to Riddick as possible,
I picked up his gun and limping over to him, I placed it on his chest beneath his jacket. A sign of respect if there was one. You didn’t leave your brothers unarmed.
With Catalina's help, I managed to get onto the bike, ignoring the blood dripping down my calf as I revved the engine. I didn't think, I just rode off, hoping to make it to Vegas before collapsing.
19
RIDDICK
I groanedas the loud banging on the door jolted me awake. "What the fuck?" I muttered, turning to my bride, who was still fast asleep after a week of non-stop activity in the bed.
I reluctantly got out of bed, feeling annoyed that someone would dare to interrupt her well-deserved rest. I had made sure she was well fucking satisfied, even if she was slightly sore.
The banging continued as I put on my underwear and angrily ripped the door open, ready to give the hotel employee a piece of my mind. But instead, I was confronted by a growling Rottweiler and his scowling owner.
"Hound? What the fuck are you doing here, man?" I asked, surprised to see my ex-marine friend standing in front of me with his seeing-eye dog.
He brushed past me, and I let them both in, watching as the dog confidently led the way. Hound had lost his sight after being injured overseas, but his bond with his dog had only grown stronger. Some even claimed that the dog had helped enhance his other senses.
"Fuck brother, I thought you were dead. Why the hell don't you answer your phone?" Hound exclaimed.
"Shh," I whispered, guiding him to the couch. "My wife is asleep."
"Hell, you got married? They told me to search for you, not that you were with your wife."
