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Ginger
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Irolled over, cracking open my eyes for barely a moment before they shut, my brain sending me back to slumberland. The air was frosty, and I shivered as I scrunched myself into a ball, desperate for warmth. Finally, when my teeth began chattering, my alertness kicked into full gear.
My eyes popped open, and I sat up fast, frantically inspecting my clothes and praying like hell those bastards hadn’t violated me. Relieved that wasn’t the case, I breathed out hard, and with a weak grunt, forced myself to my feet. A low curse feathered off my lips when my weak legs began buckling, forcing me to reach out and plant my palms against the cold wall for support.
Great. I guess whatever the fuck Banjo injected me with hadn’t fully worn off yet.
I did a brief scan over the cinder block walls before my narrowed gaze widened in horror once it locked on the heart of the room. I cried out, crashing to the floor no sooner than I put all my weight on my right foot.
I tried to get up, but my legs weren’t cooperating with me, and I couldn’t keep hurting myself for the sake of my baby. With tears rushing down my cheeks, I used all of my upper body strength and pushed off the floor with my hands, dragging my body as fast as I possibly could over to where Finn was tied down to a chair, bloody and bludgeoned.
I sobbed harder as I took in all the blood splatter stained along the floor and the deep puddles of dried blood under his shoes, the holes in both letting me know he’d been shot. It took me a minute to get a solid grip on his pants legs but once I did, I used all the strength I had in me to pull myself up and on my knees. My hands shook as I delicately reached out and checked him over.
Thankfully, he was still alive. Other than his feet, I couldn’t find any other bullet wounds—that was the good news. But no matter how many times I called his name and desperately tried to wake him, he wouldn’t. The fresh blood caked along his black and blue face was a clear indication it hadn’t been long since Damien’s last visit.
“I’m so sorry.” My weight sagged down in the floor as I pressed my forehead against the top of his knees, sniffling harder. “We tried, baby. We—”
My words faltered at the sound of a door opening, and I swallowed hard, panicking as I turned what I could of my weak body around to see Damien happily descending a staircase, the Bling Brothers in tow.
“Well, well, well,” Damien said fondly as he licked his lips at me, making bile burn up my throat, my body shaking harder. “What do we have here?”
“Da-Da-Damien—”
He raised a hand as a means to silence me. “Benny,” he said casually, his head cocked to the right, a demented smile on his face. “Your gun, please.”
Benny reached behind him and pulled out his pistol. My heart hammered harder when Damien took it from him and eagerly checked the rounds.
This is it.
I’m going to die.
“Da-Damien,” I stupidly begged, well aware he’d strike me, or outright shoot me for speaking after he’d ordered me to remain silent. “Please don’t do this.”
Despite his dark gaze being padlocked on me, he didn’t speak. All he did was settle his aim towards my head just like I knew he would.
Squeezing my wet eyes shut as he clicked off the safety, I braced myself, saying a silent prayer that God would forgive my sins so Finn and I could be reunited in Heaven. I wanted to scream that I was pregnant at the top of my lungs, but it would’ve been just as useless as me pathetically begging for my life. Damien was a lot of things and being a merciful man was not one of them. There wasn’t anything I could do or say to stop him from killing me.
Finn… Jace…
Fuck… Samara.
I love you all and I’m sorry.
I’m so fucking—
The shot fired, the sound so deafening my body had reflexively jerked and sent my back crashing hard into the legs of the chair, toppling Finn backwards and making him crash hard into the floor. My ears painfully rang, and by the time it had taken me to register I was indeed alive and hadn’t been shot, the Bling Brothers were on the move.
Only it wasn’t me they were coming for.
I sat up fast, my face crumpling and my screaming sobs growing louder as I witnessed Benny and Bane untying Finn, who now had a puddle of blood pooling out beneath his head.
“NOOOOO!”
“I don’t think so,” Damien growled when I tried to get to Finn. In a wet blink he was towering over me with the barrel of the gun against my temple. My tears flowed faster, burning hotter and hotter the longer I furiously glared up at him. “Banjo says you’re pregnant. Is it true?”
I refused to speak, opting to spit at his feet instead.
