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And yet, what the hell can I do to stop her imminent death? She had the baby. She no longer holds value for Tim.
How the fuck am I supposed to help her?
“Put her on the grass.” Tim stops twenty feet from the fence-line and massages the handle of his gun in his palm. He watches Antonio carry the woman—the girl—to where he was ordered, and supervises as the massive wall of muscle flips her back up the right way.
The moment Towers sets her on her feet and releases her, his charge collapses to her knees in a puddle of tears and hemorrhaging blood.
She became a mom minutes ago. Now she’ll become nothing.
Dust to dust, and all that shit.
“???? beba,” she sobs, clutching at the grass so dirt joins the blood beneath her nails. “Please?—”
Tim lifts his hand and aims his pistol. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t worry. He spares not a single thought for the girl who never deserved this. Only pulls the trigger and ends her life.
BOOM.
From panicked sobbing, to an eerie silence.
Even the baby shuts his trap and suckles on his fist, like he knows he’ll be dead if he doesn’t.
Does an infant know when their mother, the very vessel they existed within moments ago, is dead?
Does he know what Micah, and Archer, and Tim, and I knew before him?
Women are disposable. Wombs are buyable. Pussies, nothing but a convenient hole to blow a load in, create a baby in, and then bury in a shallow grave.
The young woman slams to the ground, a bleeding hole punctuating the center of her forehead. Her eyes are wide open. Tears, still wet on her cheeks.
At least she’s no longer in pain.
At least she doesn’t have to know the ache of a don abusing her son.
“Deal with her,” Tim snaps out for his soldier. Then he turns and looks straight past me. “This one is mine now.”
I spin in a panic and look into Savvy’s horrified eyes, then I twist back again and look into the eyes of a monster. “No!”
Antonio steps away from the dead girl, undignified and broken on the grass, and points his gun at my father. “No.”
But of course, Tim pulls the trigger a second time and ends another life.
I don’t watch the seven-foot man’s fall; I don’t get a chance, because Savvy’s screams wound my heart and bring me around.
Flinging out one arm, the one not cradling a baby, I catch my girlfriend around the waist when she attempts to run right past me and toward her father.
The world moves in slow motion, everything so clear in my mind, and yet, so fucking fast, it leaves me dizzy.
“Daddy!”
“Don’t! He’ll shoot you too.” I bear-hug her and start toward the house. I try so fucking hard to hold her, and the child, and pray I don’t end up with a bullet in my back.
But Tim shoots off a third round, the fiery slug blazing through my arm, as my brothers dash around the side of the house and find their most recent trauma playing out in front of them.
Micah grabs Savvy from me, and Tim takes the baby. Archer yanks me around and places me behind his back, despite the fact he’s the youngest of our four. Then he faces Timothy and roars, “What the fuck?”
“Deal with her.” Tim clicks his fingers and has other soldiers,soldiers whose daughters don’t hang out around this house, dash toward the dead girl and haul her up to be buried… somewhere.
A grave that isn’t deep enough.
