Page 152 of Knot To Be
Lifting my dress, I put on my holster and check my gun. My family may be dead, but the world is still full of danger.
Sliding my weapon into the holster, I quickly check the draw and then smooth down my dress.
“Change your underwear, Pablo,” I say, kissing his reddened cheek. “It’ll be a blood bath if they smell what’s ours.”
Growls fill the kitchen as Pablo scurries out, and Ciro smirks as he follows after him to open the gate for the delivery men. We’ve kept everyone waiting quite enough. It’s time to get going.
Nico follows me out, grabbing my hand with my rings to stare down at it.
“I can’t leave my hand with you,” I tease him, squinting up as the sun hits my eyes.
“Don’t ever take this off, okay?” he says seriously, kissing my ring finger and then my lips. Feeling the seriousness of this moment, I cling to his shirt as he pulls my soul from my body as I whimper.
“I won’t,” I rasp. “I love you. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“You’d better,” he murmurs, letting me go as I walk out of the side gate. I love that you can’t see inside of our property at all. The eight foot tall privacy fence encircles the entire property.
I probably look like I popped out of thin air when I stepped out of the tall gate. I can’t help but grin at the thought. The kids in the neighborhood may get a kick out of that.
My heart is full and my head is in the clouds as I begin to walk toward Pack Mayor’s home. The movers barely look in my direction as they maneuver the huge sofa in pieces past me, and the sounds of them speaking to each other is loud.
An engine’s rumble is drowned out until it’s almost on top of me, and my lips part in surprise as a white panel van’s door opens. A large man’s grin is wide and cruel as he hops out with a hood in his hand, and I shake myself out of my stupor with a gasp as I recognize him.
“What the fuck, Bruno?” I ask, twisting my body away from him and the other goons in the truck as they follow him onto the sidewalk.
“Your father sends his regards from Hell,” he chuckles, lunging for me. My feet race back to remain out of arm’s reach as my brain struggles to catch up to what’s happening. The happiness I’ve been experiencing is lagging my reaction time. “It’s time for you to pay for your crimes, you unnatural bitch!”
I manage to escape his meaty hands, and I yank at my dress to get to my gun. It’s as if the nerves in my fingers don’t want to work, and my limbs are ignoring what I want them to do.
“We’re not allowed to touch you. Flirting with us really isn’t going to help,” Bruno snorts. “Oh fuck! Gun!”
My hands raise the weapon and I begin shooting, the shots so loud it affects my hearing as the blood rushes in my ears.
I’m supposed to be safe…
I’m screaming through the bonds first before I begin to use my voice.
“Help!” I scream, shooting Bruno in the head as soon as I can get my body to respond properly. I had a few shots go wild, and that’s very unlike me. The other men rush around him, and one manages to knock my arms away as I shoot again and he fists my hair with a sneer.
I spit in his face just before he punches me in mine, and he throws me to the ground as I continue to fight to control my weapon.
“Someone, please!” I yell. There’s not a silencer on my gun, and the shots are loud. I know someone heard me.
“Oi, you there! Stop!”
“Time to go!”
The two men kick my gun away from me, and one of them makes sure to step on my hand to crush my fingers before I’m lifted kicking and screaming. Twisting, I catch sight of Pack Mayor running toward me.
“We trusted you!” I yell. “Why would you do this? Traitors!”
Something sharp slides into my throat as I’m hauled, still fighting, into the van. Footsteps stomp along the pavement, and Bruno’s dead body is left on the sidewalk as the door slides shut.
“Drive, idiot!” a woman’s shrill voice yells, and my limp body is dropped to the floor of the van as it lurches forward.
My eyes are heavy and my limbs immobile as the woman squats beside me, pushing me over onto my back. Whatever was injected into my veins is really fucking powerful. I can’t move at all.
“You’re a difficult person to find,” she murmurs. She has jet black hair and soulless eyes as she smirks down at me. Her coolfingers push my dark hair out of my face while I cringe, and I can’t do anything to push her away. “We’re going to have so much fun while I break you. It’s a shame you killed the muscle. He had dreams of fucking you.”
