Page 80 of Bound by Desire
I smile. “And you’re just the badass motherfucker to doit,huh?”
Opening the door, I push him out of it. He gives a stumble and falls to his knees.Geeze.
I move out to help him up. “You gotta stop doin’ this shit, Jackson. You’re gonna end up in that ring with someone who’ll take yourheadoff.”
We stand in the back alley, the night calm, except for Jackson’s angry growls as he moves awayfromme.
A car screeches through the alley, headlights right on Jackson. I push him out of the way just at the car swerves, hitting me hard in the hip. Fire radiates through my thigh and down my leg as I fly through the air and land on the dirt and rock covered ground. I try to save my head from hitting the ground, but it hitsanyway.
Colors burst behind my eyelids as a searing pain starts right at my temple and moves to the middle of my skull, hard andintense.
The car slams to a halt. Then a door opens before I hearfootsteps.
Pulling my shit together, I reach behind my back for my gun and open my eyes to see a blur. The gun is kicked from myhands.
Moving as quickly as my body will allow, which isn’t fast, I try to roll away, but something hits me square in the back. I fight. With everything I have, Ifight.
A man has me. I can tell by the pressure on me. I kick up, trying to meet his nuts. With my dizzy-ass not getting my bearings yet, I miss, but nail him in thethigh.
“Bitch!” hegrunts.
I recognize thevoice.
My headbooms, but I’m able to get my eyes open enough toconfirm.
“Lance?”
What the ever-lovingfuck?
Electricity blasts through me, and I seeblack.
Cool water splashes on my face, waking me up. My limbs feel weak, like I touched a damn live wire. There’s even a vibration through me that isn’tnatural.
Lance fucking stun-gunned me. I’m going tokillhim.
Coming to my senses, I try to move my hands, but they’re held strongly by something. Opening my eyes, panic flares. My hands are duct taped to a steering wheel, as well as my legs. I look out and see the Sumner lake in front of me; only the moon glistening off the water giving me anylight.
“About time youwokeup.”
I shift to the window that’s halfway down. “AuntBeatrice?”
Shocked doesn’t even cut whatIfeel.
“You dumb bitch. All you had to do was give me money. Why do you think I had your folks killed all those years ago?Money!”
Confusion bombards me as I struggle to put the pieces of this fucked up puzzle together through the haziness in my brain. Then anger, filled with hate,takesover.
“What do you mean? You killed my parents? What are you talkingabout?”
“Always the fast one. Doesn’t matter. You die, as your only living relative, I get yourshit.Done.”
I tug at the tape, seeing if it has any give, which it doesn’t. “You’ve lost yourfuckingmind.”
“That’s the great part. I lost it a long time ago.” She actuallysmiles.
Lance comes into sight. “Can we do this shit so I can get back to the bitch in my bed?” hecomplains.
“Hang on, boy,” Aunt CB says, thoroughly enjoying me trying to get myhandsfree.
