Page 58 of Ronny

“Ronny has been shot.”

My whole entire world crashes. How can I live without my Ronny? My heart and soul?

I feel sick, so I hand Madeline off to Maci, not wanting her to get hurt.

My head spins and my mouth feels like cotton, and a cold sweat breaks out across the back of my neck.

Then everything goes black, while I hear screaming all around me.

Ronny

I push my dad out of the way as the gun goes off, my dad yelling and grabbing at me.

Fire burns in my thigh, but I ignore it, pissed off at the fucker in front of me. Jody doesn’t get a chance to say a word as my hands wrap around his throat.

He makes a choking sound, his eyes almost bulging out of his head. I don’t stop, though, I squeeze harder and harder until his body grows slack under my grip.

I then reach behind me, taking my gun and bringing it up under the fucker’s chin. I pull the trigger once, twice, three times to make sure he is officially dead.

I let him drop to the floor, he falls onto a desk chair, slamming it into the wall. His body hits the ground hard, shaking the pens on the desk and causing them to fall to the floor. While my own body is heaving with anger.

My dad takes my gun from me, walking over to the fucker, and shoots him over and over in the face. “No one shoots my kid,” he spits in Jody’s face and turns around, his eyes blazing with fury.

Oh fuck, I am shot. I had forgotten about it.

I look down at my thigh and see the blood running down my jeans. There is a hole in the left side of my thigh that is way too close to my dick for my liking, but it’s nowhere close to anything important to kill me or have me bleed to death.

“Well, at least he shot you in the leg and not somewhere bad,” Christopher jokes, to which I shake my head.

My dad comes up to me, hugging me. “Fuck, you just aged me ten years, son,” he tells me, and I let him hug me because I know he needs this.

I need to get home to my woman and daughter, because seeing this horrible shit and the way these girls are living is killing me.

I rip my pants open at the hole where the shot went through, and I look at the back of my leg to see if it’s a through and through. Thankfully it is and I won’t have to get the bullet taken out.

“I’m good,” I reassure him.

We leave the bodies lying where they are, planning to burn this shit to the ground so it can’t be used ever again for this sort of thing.

I limp out of the building, stopping in my tracks to see Butcher and Zach with Rampage in between them, each of them pressing a gun to his head. The very guy that Tiana was with last night at the club. Rampage isn’t fazed at all, grinning at their antics.

Butcher is in his face, the gun digging right into his temple, and Zach has the back of his head covered. Tiana is looking completely bored with the whole ordeal. “Dad, don’t make me tell Mom that you’re trying to shoot my boyfriends again,” she tells him.

In sync, all three heads turn to look at her. “Boyfriends?” Rampage asks, and he walks past both of their guns without a care.

Butcher looks to the sky. “I should have used my knife,” he tells Zach, who nods, agreeing with him.

My dad is looking between the two of them. “Don’t say a fucking word. Wait until Arianna starts dating.”

Dad then looks at me, horrified that I would even mention her dating someone. “Because it will happen.”

Now it’s like he wants to be the one to shoot me this time. “Don’t worry, Dad, we will be more secretive about killing him, though.” I smack him on the shoulder and hobble my way to my bike, needing to sit down.

Inside of the van you can see the little girls looking out the window at all of us. Their eyes are huge, the whites of their eyes visible even through the tinted window.

Their hell is over now, that’s what matters, and my girl can actually breathe with no guilt destroying her.

I let out a deep breath, my leg aching. Lane lifts his arm, signaling for all of us to ride, with the vans driving in front of us.

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