When he yanked my jeans from my body and stripped me of my panties, I closed my eyes and heard a small voice from deep within me,fight.
I didn’t want to fight anymore.
I was tired.
Fight.
Moaning, I tried to roll over when he yanked my legs apart. I could barely see anything. My blood was obstructing my vision. Reaching out across the floor for anything, I tried desperately to grab onto something. Anything that would help me stop him from what he was about to do.
Fight.
I heard him lower his zipper and cringed.
Turning the opposite way, I could barely move as he was now lying on top of me as he wiggled out of his jeans. I could feel his hardness against my thigh.
Fight.
Reaching for anything, my finger wrapped around something small, metal with a bit of weight to it. Gripping it tightly, my finger felt a small lever. Trying to look at what I grabbed, I was jostled more as he had finally managed to remove his underwear.
Any minute now, and he would achieve his goal. I tried kicking him in the ribs, but his body held me down. Pulling the hefty metal thing in my hand closer, I saw what I grabbed.
A gun.
I prayed it was loaded.
Just as I brought the gun towards him, he had his appendage at my entrance. I didn’t think and pulled the trigger. Several times, until all that was heard was several clicking noises. He lay above me shocked, his manhood still in his hands, aimed at my entrance when I witnessed the life go out of his eyes as he fell on top of me.
Gasping for air, I tried to calm myself as tears and blood blurred my vision. My head was killing me, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to sleep. I was so tired. I had just closed my eyes when I heard a thunderous roar of men running down the stairs as the darkness welcomed me.
Thirty-Four
Ghost
I heard the gunshots the second I kicked my front door in.
“Oh, God no!” Running towards the basement, I prayed she was alright. That she was alive. However, what I saw when my feet hit the last step leading to the basement, rocked me to my core.
It was like some horror movie.
There was so much blood.
Everywhere I looked, I saw blood.
Over in the corner, I spotted Malachi half-naked, laying on top of my wife. Ari, who was lying under him stripped bare, as blood pooled all around her.
Neither one was moving.
“Holy Fuck,” Reaper whispered as we moved quickly to where they both lay.
“Get this piece of shit off her!” I shouted as I leaned down next to Ari. Reaper and a few of the other brothers rolled Malachi’s lifeless body off her to see her covered in blood from head to toe.
Carefully stroking her hair, I placed my finger at her throat and prayed. “No, no, no…come on, baby. Please be alive.” When I felt her pulse, I felt like crying as I grabbed her motionless body, holding her to me, not caring what state she was in. She was alive, and that was all that mattered. She’d already been through so much. I didn’t know what would break her, and I feared this might just be the catalyst that sent her over the edge. I promised her that nothing else would happen. How was she ever going to trust me if I couldn’t even keep her safe?
One of my brothers found a blanket and quickly covered her as we all looked around the room. I didn’t know why Malachi brought her here. It didn’t make any sense. Hell, he wasn’t making any sense the last time I saw him, either. He was crazed out of his mind.
Chains picked up a pipe that was dripping in blood. “Damn.”
Reaper leaned over and carefully removed a gun from Ari’s hand. Checking the barrel, he whistled. “She used your Dad’s .45, man. The barrel is empty. Fucker didn’t have a chance.”