Page 80 of Bound by Family
I scream.
“You motherfucker! You’re a fuckin’ pussy, hittin’ a woman,” Cooper taunts.
I want to scream, “Shut up. He’ll come for you, and I need to figure out a way out of this!” but the pain in my face is too much at the moment.
Instead, I mutter, “You, Nick. I choose you to die today.”
The backhand comes down before I can brace myself, and everything goes dark.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
COOPER
That fuckin’ piece of shit. He will die, and it will be by my hands. I don’t know how the fuck they got me here. One minute, I was sleeping at the hotel. The next, I’m being hoisted into the air. Hell, my body feels like it’s been beat to hell and back, but my memories of it don’t come.
These fucking assholes are going to pay. Every damn one of them.
Bristyl doesn’t know it, but she’s been our saving grace. When Len left, it heightened our probabilities of getting out of here alive. My plan was to lure Nick over here, snap his neck, then rush Poe. Since Poe decided to make an exit, that means I only have one fucker to go, and he’s a damn moron.
My muscles strain. Not from taking all my weight, but from me holding on and trying not to move. Whoever tied me did a very basic square knot, which is a huge mistake. It took me a bit, and the fucker hit Bristyl twice because of it. Still, she’s our saving grace. While she kept his attention, I was able to loosen the ropes.
The burn in my shoulders drives me. The fire in my leg from the stab keeps me aware. When you can’t feel pain is when you’re fucked. I feel it all, and I feel the rage that comes with these fuckers touching what’s mine. They are only fueling the fire.
I’m counting on the adrenaline pumping through my veins to get us out of this fucking mess. I’m not sure how my legs will react once I put weight on them. I’ve been hanging here for a while, and the numbness has set in.
Nothing is going to stop me, though. Bristyl will walk out of here alive and well.
As Nick walks toward me, my arms give a shake and I will them to stop. Nick can’t see the trembling. I need him close to incapacitate him. I’d love to beat the fuck out of him, but we need out of here now.
“You stupid fucker. Had to get involved with somethin’ that didn’t involve you!” Nick screams, his face turning a shade of red.
His muscles pull tight as he charges toward me, fist ready. Just when he’s about to swing, I twist my body and swing myself slightly to the left, letting go of the rope as I do and landing on my jellied feet. Thank God for the fire breathing inside of me.
Nick’s eyes look horrified as he begins to reach behind him, where I know he has a gun. I clocked it as soon as he came into the room.
Without a blink of hesitation, I rush him, going directly for his neck and twisting with every muscle in my body.
Bristyl screams as bones pop and break, and I land hard on my side, Nick’s head still in my hands. He doesn’t move, but I give another yank just to make sure. When I do, his head comes with me, still attached by skin, but not by bone. He deserved so much more.
“Are you okay?” I ask Bristyl.
“Yeah. My dad.” Her voice is stronger than before. There was a point during this when I could see a change happen in her eyes. A reserve. A knowing.
Getting up from the floor, my side aches like a mother bitch. I search Nick’s pockets and find a set of keys and a cell phone. I unlatch Bristyl, noting the red burns mixed in with blood. Motherfucker. Yeah, he deserved so much more.
Bristyl stands and rushes over to her father while I grab the gun out of Nick’s back holster and the phone.
Watching Bristyl untie her father, I make the call.
“Coop?”
“How far out?” I ask my father.
“Only fifteen minutes. Regg called, said there was something suspicious going on with Red Devils. Your tracker was showin’ an unknown place. Called you; didn’t answer, so we left. Where are you?” He must be in his truck since he answered.
“Somewhere underground. Not far, because I hear cars. I’m finding a way out. Just get here.”
“Searchin’,” he says. Then I click the phone off.
