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“Fucking Scott,” Russel says. “My nephew’s a pussy. Never should have been brought in.”
My dad laughs and nods his head towards me. “I got a kid like that, too.”
I’m gonna rip his head from his fucking shoulders. He must see it in my face because he just grins at me.
“Calm yourself or you lose your little boyfriend,” he reminds me, motioning to Eli. “Or is it only Kate that gets to fuck him? You all watch and take turns?”
“Fuck you, Axel!” Eli snaps and Russel throws his head back laughing.
“That’s who my nephew was watching? That little blonde haired bitch? Told my brother shouldn’t dip in his own town. Too fucking risky. But her dad was persistent as a mother fucker to make the sale and went over Harris’ head. Chick was a fun one though.”
Eli takes a lunge for Russel but my dad fires off the gun grabbing our attention.
“Back the fuck up if you want to keep that pretty face,” my dad warns Eli.
Eli backs away and I glance to the hallway. Part of me is wondering where the hell Roy and Jagger are and the other part is glad they haven’t come in yet to see what’s going on. The less people involved in whatever the fuck Axel is doing, the better.
Russel laughs and grins at my dad as Eli takes a step back.
“Your nephew took off with Kate. That’s why these fuckers have blue balls bad enough to kill you. Don’t know what the big deal is for just one pussy. You get a whole train of them, don’t you? I want in. So, I’ll ask once more before I go track down your brother on my own,” my dad snickers and shakes his head.“Either tell me who I have to call to make that happen or tell me where to find your brother. Sounds like he could be a hell of a lot more helpful to me then you right now, Doc.”
CHAPTER FORTY THREE
KATE
My head is throbbing. Every inch of my body aches. Even my toe nails. How is that even possible?
I blink my eyes, trying to cut through the buzzing in my head. I can barely see a thing. Why is my room so dark? And why is my bed so hard? I feel like I got hit by a damn bus.
Wait. Not a bus.
The memories of Scott’s betrayal back at the house hit me and I heave up bile at the memory of Edgar falling backwards in a pool of his own blood.
Someone mutters a curse about me being disgusting. I try to reach up and wipe my mouth but when I can’t move my hands I realize they are restrained behind my back. I’m face down on what feels like a scratchy carpet and my feet are locked together with restraints as well.
A panic overwhelms me, feeling too closely related to how many times I was restrained for behavior back at the mental hospital. My lungs burn as I try to breathe, reminding myself I’m not back in that hell hole. But wherever I am, it doesn’t seem to be a much better outcome.
“Jesus Christ, would you shut up!”
I turn my head, making out a shadow in the dark room I’m in that is seated not far from me. The figure stands and comes closer and I cry out as he grabs me and props me up against a wall.
“I’m trying to fucking think, just be quiet!”
Scott looks equal parts terrified and pissed off. Not an ounce of sympathy. I don’t know why I’d hoped to see any. Out of all the betrayals I’ve discovered the last few months, his was the least expected.
“W-why are you doing this?” I whimper and shake my head causing my head to throb. “How could you…?”
I cry as I remember the gun going off and Lucky getting hit with the bullet. Then Bianca’s screams and Scott hitting her repeatedly to get her off of him. All with a gun pressed to my head.
And Edgar… god I’m going to throw up again.
“I don’t answer to you,” he snaps. “Just shut up!”
He paces the room and I take a minute to try to get a grip on my anxiety. The room we are in looks like a studio apartment that’s been vacant too long. There are boxes and trash littered throughout the room and I vaguely see a single door that I assume leads to a bathroom. Scott is pacing in front of the only exit save the windows that are closed beside me with the shades drawn. Even if I weren’t tied up on the floor, I doubt I could get past him or make it to the window to escape.
Not to mention, who knows what floor we are on. It would really suck to make it to the window only to splatter to my death.
I blink away the thoughts of Edgar’s blood again. I have to stop the flashbacks and hold off the panic attack that is so close to drowning me.
