Page 60 of Havoc

“We want her dead, what’s the problem?”

“Not yet,” Scott said. “Pace yourself, we still need to know things.”

“Careful now, arguing isn’t conducive to anything.”

“Shut up, you stupid cow,” Scott spat at me, turning and pacing around me. My muscles were still spasming from the shocks, causing me to twitch. The only annoying part about getting shocked was the twitches. It usually took me several hours to recover.

A shot rang out and I saw Blane hit the ground, blood oozing from a wound in the centre of his head. Scott knelt beside him, and a blood-curdling scream sounded from him. Blane was dead.

Scott looked up at me, but I was just as clueless as he was. He picked up his gun and looked around the warehouse.

“Did you not bring reinforcements?” I queried. “That was a bit dumb.”

“Shut up!” he screamed at me. Tears running down his face, as panic took over. He was all alone and there was someone out there hunting him for taking me. I wondered if it was Chance, or if it was Lennon.

That’s when I saw Lennon running across the warehouse and barrelling into him. Scott lost his balance and landed with a thud on the cold, cement floor. They tangled on the floor for dominance, and I watched on with delight as Lennon showed his power with a fist fight. Punch after punch landed on his face, but he remained stoic. He grabbed Scott around the throat, digging his thumbs into the soft bit of his neck. Scott’s face turned bright red as he tried to push him off. I could see Scott was trying everything, but Lennon was too strong as blood poured down his nose and out of his mouth from the punches, onto Scott’s arms, he remained steadfast.

Scott grabbed hold of the gun he’d lost control of and aimed at Lennon. Just as the gun was pulled, I saw something glint in the air before landing in Scott’s arm. The gun fell to the ground, but not before a bullet tore through the top of Lennon’s shoulder. Lennon fell back just as Scott scrambled, pulling the blade from his arm and running. Lennon looked around, as did I. That’s when I saw her.

Leaning against the doorway, I saw Rudie watching us. Lennon moved over to me, trying not to move his shoulder.

“She saved your ass.”

“No, she saved your ass,” I said. “What’s she doing here?”

“Proving her worth,” he replied, unstrapping me. I looked back at Rudie who didn’t meet my eye. She was a broken filly, in need of a good thump for her idiocy but I saw something in her, something I could mould to my own liking.

“Fine, but she has a long road.”

Lennon nodded and helped me up.

“Chance?”

“Pierce grabbed him. He’s got a nasty cut on his head, but other than that, he’s okay.”

I turned to leave when Lennon grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “What about Scott?”

“Don’t worry about that, Len. I’ve got plans for him.”

I moved out of the warehouse, and saw Rudie was standing in the middle of the carpark, looking like a lost puppy dog. I passed her, heading to the car. Lennon opened the door for me but before I could get in, I turned.

“Well?” I shouted out to her. “What are you waiting for? Get in.”

Rudie ran for the car, and climbed in. I jumped in beside her and told Lennon to take us home. We needed to regroup, and I needed to get to my stores so I could cook up the perfect revenge for Scott.

He was going to wish he was never born.

Chapter Fourteen

Presley

Two nights later

Scott cursed as he kicked his foot on something in the dark. Moving to the desk, he took a seat and pulled out a bottle of scotch from one of his drawers. He poured it into his glass and took a long drink. Another one was poured, and I slowly made a movement.

He didn’t notice though. Something was playing heavily on his mind.

“Long day?” I finally made my appearance known. He fell back in his chair, surprised.

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