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“Your aim is shit, KK. We will have to take you out for target practice.” Ryder chimes in.
“Kay, he’s right, your aim is shit. That’s why my eyes widened when you came in guns blazing. I thought you were going to shoot me!” Jade says. Kayla rolls her eyes and follows the twins. They check the bottom level, Jade and Jameson take the second level and Spade and I get the third. We step into the elevator taking it to the top since the others took the stairs. I look over at Spade.
“I’m worried about her, notice how she’s been cold to us, but saddles up with Jameson? I don’t understand.”
“I don’t think she’s of sound mind, man. I mean, look at everything that just happened. Then they kill D’mitri together? I mean, I know it was her kill, but did you see the look in her eyes? It’s like he unlocked Pandora’s box, letting out a demon from hell with no way of sending it back to where it came from.”
“Agreed, so what do we do now? We can’t lose her, I know she’s going to need time and space, but fuck Reid. I love her too much to just set her free. I can’t, and I won’t.” He puts his hand on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze as the elevator doors open.
“All we can do is take it one day at a time and not give up on her, Ri.” I nod. We step out, I go left to her bedroom, and he goes right into the library. I enter her room, and what I see before me has me going into a blind rage. Her bedroom is in complete shambles. How the fuck did we not hear the destruction? Feathers litter her bed, her TV is completely smashed, glass shards litter the room—everything is all over the place, but what has a shiver running up my spine are the words written in bloodstain on the wall above her bed:
“I’ll be seeing you soon, Bitch. Sleep tight.”
5
Dismissed Little Bitch
-Spade-
“All clear, Ri,” I yell, stumbling into him as I enter Jade’s room, which is destroyed to shit. It’s then that I see what’s written in blood on the wall. He was here, while we were all downstairs, without a clue. The dogs suddenly start going crazy in the backyard. Dario bolts from the room, screaming at the others, and I look out of the window. I see movement over to the far left of the property. Opening the window, I shoot, missing the intruder. Fuck! Shutting the window, I head out with everyone else. I’m the last one to leave the back door and notice Augustus limping. I check him over, and he yelps when I touch his back leg. Fuck, it feels broken. There’s enough manpower here that I can stay back and help my favorite boy. I pick him up gently and carry him into the house. I lay him down on the couch, and he licks my face. I notice there’s blood on my hands that wasn’t there before. His leg isn’t bleeding, so I lift his good leg up and see a slash wound under his belly.
“Don’t worry, Auggie, I’ll clean you up; you stay here while I get some supplies. Jameson has a treat for you boys, so chill out and I’ll be right back.” I give him a kiss on the head and go get Jade’s first aid kit. I’m not a vet, but I know I can stabilize his leg and at least sew him up for now. I go back to the living room in a rush. This place is a mess, there is so much blood everywhere. Jesus Christ.
“Alright, Auggie. I’m going to wrap your leg for now and sew up your wound. It’s going to hurt, so don’t bite me.” He licks my face, and I laugh. He’s such a sweet dog. I take out an ace bandage and look around the room for a piece of wood or something, but at the bottom of the bag are splints. I take his foot and straighten it out as much as I possibly can without hurting him and place the splint against his leg, wrapping it tightly around the broken bone.
“The simple part is done. Now, I’m going to need you to lay back and promise not to bite me; it will only hurt for a second, Auggie.” I roll him over onto his back, taking the antiseptic and pouring it onto the cut. He whines, but I blow on the slash to soothe the sting. I thread the needle and get to work. He growls at me with the first stitch, but I reassure him until I’m finished. I clean him up as the others come stomping back into the room with the other two dogs and no intruder. Jade walks over to me.
“What happened to Augustus?”
“I noticed him limping, so I brought him in to wrap his leg, and when I put him down, there was blood on my hands. Someone slashed his stomach, so I stitched him up; he needed eight stitches. We need to take him to the vet for a cast. The splint will only hold for so long.”
“Thanks, Reid. I’ll take him tomorrow.” She snuggles his face and walks away. I blow out a breath because, what the fuck? That’s all I get, ‘Thanks, Reid’?
“Um, Babygirl, you might want to go look at your bedroom. I think it’s best if we go stay at the Academy tonight and sort this shit in the morning. This is a lot to clean up tonight.”
“I agree, and I need another shower. I can’t seem to get clean enough.” Jade shrugs. Holy shit she speaks.
“We will call the cleanup crew and have this taken care of before you return tomorrow,” Ryker states.
“Burn the fucker to the ground for all I care. As long as my dogs and valuables are safe, I don’t even want to be here anymore.”
“Ok, so we need a plan.” I say to no one in particular.
“No. I need a plan. There is no we,” she retorts with narrowed eyes, and I growl.
“Before you start arguing, what the fuck are we supposed to tell Dad? That’s the plan we need to be discussing.” Ryker quips.
“Speaking of the Devil,” Ryder answers his phone.
“Hey Dad, what’s up? No, I haven’t seen D’mitri tonight– yes–no–okay… We will be back at the club house tomorrow. It’s Friday night–okay–okay. It can wait. fine–ok–bye” He takes a deep breath.
“We need to figure this shit out now, or someone needs to remove the tracker, and we need to kill it or drive somewhere to dispose of it. If D’mitri doesn’t show his face at the club house in the next twenty-four hours, he’s sending the guys out to look for him.”
“Let them search for him; fuck it. We play stupid until we can come up with a better idea. I’m fucking exhausted and need to get the fuck out of here.” Jade chimes in.
Jameson walks up to her, placing his thumb on her chin. “Stay with me tonight. Or I’ll stay in your room and watch you sleep,” he demands because Jameson doesn’t ask; he takes.
“I’ll think about it,” she winks. I’m getting more and more pissed by the second with this bullshit, but I’ll keep my mouth shut for now. It will bite him in the ass eventually, even if it kills me to let this all happen.
