Page 68 of Bound by Desire
Brewer joins me, wagging his tail and following me throughout the house. Although, he likes his naps on the way, obviously not having the nervous energyIdo.
After taking the laundry to the washer and starting it, I move out into the living room, noting not much needs to be done. That’s both goodandbad.
I called Breelyn, Skyler, and Avery, hoping to get my mind off everything. It helped for a moment. As soon as I was off the phone, though, the energy was back. We plan to have a girls’ night on the first night we all getoffwork.
X has been good, and so has Schade’s. Yes, Schade was a little pissed off at me for just leaving and gave me shit for it, but he’s over it, and now we’re good. Princess runs a tight ship, and I’m finding myself liking itthere,too.
Loud pops surround me. Glass shatters and falls to the carpet. Fear takes over as I fall to the ground. More shots. Gunshots. At my house. Crashing through windows, walls, and throughfurniture.
Brewer barks. I feel his hard body on top of mine. It doesn’t even register that my dog isprotectingme.
It takes me a moment as my house gets blown up around me before I get out from under Brewer, crawl over to the gun cabinet, and pull out mypiece.
Darting to the bedroom, Brewer right beside me, I look out the window and see a lone black car, windows tinted and plates covered. Both the passenger side front and back windows are open, and two assholes, whose faces are covered, are shooting up myhouse.
Fuck!
As I lift my gun to take a shot, they drive off, squealing their tires downtheroad.
It’s not until I see their taillights brake as the car turns that ithitsme.
Adrive-by.
Holy shit.A drive-by shooting. Exactly like what happened to myparents.
My insides seize at that thought as a fear I haven’t felt in years takes over. I rush to find my phone, dialing the one personIneed.
“In the middle of somethin’,” Deke answers on thesecondring.
“Drive-by. I’m fine, but they blew my house up,” I get out, my voice not having its usualstrength.
I bend down and give Brewer a rub, trying to calm him from the action and looking him over to make sure he’s not hurt. Thank Christ,he’snot.
“Fuck.” I hear some muffles on the other side of the phone. “Be there in ten. Aretheygone?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you haveyourgun?”
I look down at the silver in my hand, the weight of it giving me littlecomfort. “Yeah.”
“Baby, breathe. I’ll be there in ten.” He disconnects as I fall to the floor by my bed, my emotionstakingover.
My parents died in my childhood home. Assholes shot up the house when I wasn’t there. Killed them both. They were in the kitchen, which was a direct aim from the road, and were hit severaltimes.
Now my house.Shotup.
I try to stop the thoughts, but they whirl around like a cyclone. I rest my head on my knees, willing them togoaway.
Brewer lays his head in my lap as everything comes crashing down at once. Why me? Why this? Haven’t I suffered enough, living without my parents after such a heinous act? Whyrepeatit?
It feels like forever before Deke charges into the bedroom, scoops me up in his arms, and places me onthebed.
Brewer barks at him, but one command, and my dog listenstohim.
Before I can say anything, Deke’s inspecting me, roaming his hands up and downmybody.
“Clean,” he calls out, and then I see a few of the Ravage MC men come intotheroom.
