stop.”
“Hurts don’t it Chief? When someone takes something precious from you.”
“Fuck it Demon, kill me just don’t hurt her.”
“That won’t be fun, now will it?”
I open my eyes, and my vision is blurry. My head swims as I try to regain my bearings. I can see Demon; he is holding me by my shirt. Chief is being held back by two men, who are both holding guns to his head. Where is Jasmine? Where is Travis? Where are the club members? Demon lifts his gun and presses it to my shoulder.
“Do you think it would hurt, if I shot her here?”
“No!” Chief croaks, his eyes so full of fear it frightens me.
“No? I think you are wrong Chief.”
He pulls the trigger and I feel the bullet tear through my shoulder, nearly the exact same place where Jeremy shot me. I scream so loudly my throat closes in and I gasp for air. Chief is screaming and bellowing, begging for them to kill him to let me go. I crumble to the floor and Demon’s boot presses into my shoulder, shoving me down onto the floor.
“See Chief, I am going to kill you, but you are going to watch her die first. Then I am going to blow your fucking brains out and leave you both to rot on this front lawn but not without a show first.”
I hear another shot, and I see Chief’s body crumble.
“ Daddy!” I scream hoarsely.
Blood pours from his chest and his head droops
“Please, stop.” I whisper.
“Soon, little Mischief.”
I close my eyes and all I can see is my Father, in my mind, in my heart. I think about sitting with him last night, laughing and joking. I don’t want to lose him; I don’t want him to die. Why is Demon here today? Why did he have to do this now? We weren’t ready, we weren’t prepared and now I could lose everything.
Demon crushes his boot harder into my shoulder and I scream again, pain rips through me causing me to gag and shudder violently. Then, I hear bullet after bullet fire off. I cover my face, so sure they have killed my Father, but then I hear a familiar voice.
“Mischief , stay down!”
I feel the boot on my chest release and Demon’s body comes crashing down beside mine. Blood pours from his mouth, and half his chest is blown out. I clamp my eyes shut and swallow furiously. Burning pain is shooting through my body. I feel a hand clamp over my arm and I open my eyes to see Chief on his hands and knees. Blood is pouring from his chest and his face is deathly pale.
“Baby…run…run…”
“Daddy…”
His body jerks three times and blood splatters over my face. His eyes roll back and he slumps onto the ground beside me.
“DADDY!” I scream.
I grip his arms, but he is limp ; blood pours from his mouth and his body jerks a few times. I am screaming so loudly but no one is helping me.
“Help him!” I scream.
I shake him over and over. Tears thunder down my cheeks, my world is spinning and before I can do anything else, I black out.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
TRAVIS
I can see the cops before I turn the corner onto my street. All I can see after that is blood, so much blood. Bodies are strewn across Chief’s front lawn, the scene is horrific. That is when I spot her, my life, my soul, my Angel. She is on the ground, blood is pouring from her chest. I hear my own feral scream as I leap out of the car and run towards them. A cop grips my chest and hauls me back.
“This is a crime scene.”
“Let me go, that is my fucking girl!”
He looks over at the one, tiny female form in the group of dead men. He closes his eyes a moment, and then lets me go. I run over, dropping to me knees beside her. God, she is dead, no, please fucking no. I touch her neck, and that is when I feel a faint pulse. I grip her into my arms and stare down at Chief; he is lying beside her, his hand stretched out as though he was trying to grab her. Blood is pouring from his mouth.
“Please, someone help her, she is alive!” I yell, running towards the ambulance parked near the road.
The man takes her from my arms and puts
“Hurts don’t it Chief? When someone takes something precious from you.”
“Fuck it Demon, kill me just don’t hurt her.”
“That won’t be fun, now will it?”
I open my eyes, and my vision is blurry. My head swims as I try to regain my bearings. I can see Demon; he is holding me by my shirt. Chief is being held back by two men, who are both holding guns to his head. Where is Jasmine? Where is Travis? Where are the club members? Demon lifts his gun and presses it to my shoulder.
“Do you think it would hurt, if I shot her here?”
“No!” Chief croaks, his eyes so full of fear it frightens me.
“No? I think you are wrong Chief.”
He pulls the trigger and I feel the bullet tear through my shoulder, nearly the exact same place where Jeremy shot me. I scream so loudly my throat closes in and I gasp for air. Chief is screaming and bellowing, begging for them to kill him to let me go. I crumble to the floor and Demon’s boot presses into my shoulder, shoving me down onto the floor.
“See Chief, I am going to kill you, but you are going to watch her die first. Then I am going to blow your fucking brains out and leave you both to rot on this front lawn but not without a show first.”
I hear another shot, and I see Chief’s body crumble.
“ Daddy!” I scream hoarsely.
Blood pours from his chest and his head droops
“Please, stop.” I whisper.
“Soon, little Mischief.”
I close my eyes and all I can see is my Father, in my mind, in my heart. I think about sitting with him last night, laughing and joking. I don’t want to lose him; I don’t want him to die. Why is Demon here today? Why did he have to do this now? We weren’t ready, we weren’t prepared and now I could lose everything.
Demon crushes his boot harder into my shoulder and I scream again, pain rips through me causing me to gag and shudder violently. Then, I hear bullet after bullet fire off. I cover my face, so sure they have killed my Father, but then I hear a familiar voice.
“Mischief , stay down!”
I feel the boot on my chest release and Demon’s body comes crashing down beside mine. Blood pours from his mouth, and half his chest is blown out. I clamp my eyes shut and swallow furiously. Burning pain is shooting through my body. I feel a hand clamp over my arm and I open my eyes to see Chief on his hands and knees. Blood is pouring from his chest and his face is deathly pale.
“Baby…run…run…”
“Daddy…”
His body jerks three times and blood splatters over my face. His eyes roll back and he slumps onto the ground beside me.
“DADDY!” I scream.
I grip his arms, but he is limp ; blood pours from his mouth and his body jerks a few times. I am screaming so loudly but no one is helping me.
“Help him!” I scream.
I shake him over and over. Tears thunder down my cheeks, my world is spinning and before I can do anything else, I black out.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
TRAVIS
I can see the cops before I turn the corner onto my street. All I can see after that is blood, so much blood. Bodies are strewn across Chief’s front lawn, the scene is horrific. That is when I spot her, my life, my soul, my Angel. She is on the ground, blood is pouring from her chest. I hear my own feral scream as I leap out of the car and run towards them. A cop grips my chest and hauls me back.
“This is a crime scene.”
“Let me go, that is my fucking girl!”
He looks over at the one, tiny female form in the group of dead men. He closes his eyes a moment, and then lets me go. I run over, dropping to me knees beside her. God, she is dead, no, please fucking no. I touch her neck, and that is when I feel a faint pulse. I grip her into my arms and stare down at Chief; he is lying beside her, his hand stretched out as though he was trying to grab her. Blood is pouring from his mouth.
“Please, someone help her, she is alive!” I yell, running towards the ambulance parked near the road.
The man takes her from my arms and puts
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