I think back to what Gillian said about Rachel being with Damon. If she’s really pissed like Gillian said, the worry about what they could both be doing to Ivy doubles. Rachel was always one who wanted the adrenaline rush. She craved the action and fear that went along with it. It makes sense she’d be with Damon. Crazy is always attracted to crazy.
I cut the headlights when I get onto the street Gillian was talking about. I slowly drive looking at each house to see which one has some kind of light. This street used to be full of families, but one by one they started leaving. The drugs in the area drove them all out. The houses became the perfect place for drug deals, squatters, and apparently the Raging Kings.
I slam on the brakes when I notice a few lights flickers in the house in front of me. I slowly pull the car in front of the house and kill the engine. I take in my surroundings and feel confident there is no one outside. I leave the keys in the ignition and grab my Glock as I open the door. I don’t close the door completely; I want Ivy to just be able to rush out and get in.
Slowly, as I continue to check all around me, I make my way to the door. When I reach it I take a deep breath and reach back to feel the ultrasound picture in my back pocket. Your mom will tell you one day that I was man enough to give up my life for yours.
I touch the doorknob, but it’s locked. “Fuck looks like I’m gonna need to make my presence known sooner than I wanted,” I whisper to myself.
I use my shoulder and slam into the door over and over. When it starts to move, I use my foot and kick it wide open. I have my gun drawn as I step in. I’m not surprised when I see Casper rushing down the stairs in front of me. I catch him completely off guard, pulling the trigger I shot two rounds into his heart.
“Fuck,” he yells, falling forward and down the stairs.
“What the fuck!” Damon yells from upstairs.
I take a few more steps and I feel someone come up behind me. “Hey lover,” Rachel whispers, pushing the tip of a knife into my back.
“Fuck you, Rachel. Where’s Ivy?” I growl.
“You’re fucking dead,” Damon hisses as he begins to descend the stairs with his gun pointed right at me.
I have my Glock following his every move as he comes closer. “Yeah I probably am, but not until you let Ivy go.”
He gives me a manic laugh as he steps over Casper’s dead body. “Fuck no.”
“It’s me you want. Let her go and take me instead. She has nothing to do with this,” I shout.
Rachel laughs as she moves to stand in front of me. “You’re willing to die for a fucking chick? What the fuck happened to you?” she asks with a look of disgust on her face.
I ignore her and keep my focus on Damon. “Be a fucking man for the first time in your life. Kill me, get your revenge, but only if Ivy goes. If not, I will kill you and Rachel right now.”
He laughs as he cocks his gun back. “That’s not how this works. I’ll let your cunt go, but not until you hand Rachel your gun.”
Fuck. I shake my head as I grin. “Ivy walks out the door and I’ll hand my gun to Rachel.” They look at each other and I want to fucking kill them both. My anger is ripping through me as I keep my gun pointed at Damon. “Ivy!” I scream. They both look at me and I lose my shit. I grab Rachel, causing her to drop the knife. I wrap my arm around her neck, keeping her in front of me. She’s screaming and clawing at my arm, but I just tighten my hold. “Get Ivy now!”
“Damon, please baby, I don’t wanna die,” Rachel pleads.
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl, pushing the gun harder to her temple. She’s crying and pleading with Damon. I’m shaking with rage as I look at Damon. He doesn’t say a word as he turns and runs up the stairs.
“I’m sorry Kace. Please don’t kill me,” Rachel pleads.
“You better hope nothing bad happened to Ivy because I have no fucking problem putting a bullet in your head if she’s hurt,” I whisper angrily.
She cries harder and it makes my heart pound with fear. “She’s still alive.”
“Kace!” Ivy cries, running down the stairs.
My heart crumbles in my chest as I see how she looks. The side of her head has blood all over it and in her hair. Her wrists and ankles are bleeding, probably from being restrained. Her shirt is torn open and it makes my blood boil. He better not have touched her.
She reaches me and I instinctively let Rachel go so I can wrap my arm around her, making sure to keep the gun pointed to Damon with the other.
“Kace,” she whispers, crying on my chest.
I kiss her head and breath her in. I don’t want to let her go but I have no choice. “Go Ivy. Get the fuck out of here. Your car is out front. Drive away and don’t fucking look back. Go to Souls and then the hospital.”
“What?” she asks, her teary eyes searching mine.
“Fuck, go. Now!” I yell.