Page 76 of Bound by Vengeance
The Skype app dings. It’s from Emery. I accept, and when I do, my blood runs cold as JK’s face appears on the screen.
“Hello there, bitch,” he spits out. I can’t speak. “Meet me at my house in the basement, now! And come alone.”
“I’m not stupid,” I retort, finally finding my voice that is much steadier than I feel. The power this man once held over me … well, it’s still there, but I’ll be damned if I let him see it.
Emery’s wide, panicked eyes come on the screen briefly, and my heart lurches.
“Your little bitch of a roommate is as stupid as they come. You don’t meet me, she gets exactly what was done to you.”
The screen goes black as my body takes on a life of its own. I grab my gun and knife then toss on my pants. Ryker will be pissed I’m leaving without telling him, but I can’t let Emery get hurt the way he did to me or at all.
I can still feel him ripping through me sometimes at night. No one deserves to have that happen to them. The fear so stark in her eyes … I need to get there now.
Grabbing my keys, I drive to the one place I never wanted to return to, but low and behold, life is throwing me one of its famous curveballs once again.
The house is the same stucco it was before, except now there are no people running around the place. No, it’s eerily quiet.
Gun in hand, I make my way to the front steps. I have to steel myself when I open the door.
A man, one of the ones who hurt me, pops out. A smug grin comes across his face just before he lunges for me. The gun goes off, but I miss. He hits me hard across the face, sending me spinning and the gun flying out of my hand. Shit!
His bulky body falls on top of mine, already reaching above me for the gun. Snapping my leg up, I kick him in the shin just as I let my elbow fly, crashing into his nose.
“Fuckin’ bitch!” he screams.
Lunging for the gun, he’s there, both our hands on the gun. He’s much stronger than me physically and there’s no way I can outmaneuver him.
“What are ya gonna do now, bitch?” he bites out.
Lifting my foot, I connect it with his dick. His eyes widen, his grip loosens, and I shoot, hitting him in the chest several times. He lies there in a pool of blood. One down, and I have no clue how many more there are.
My breaths come rapidly as I press my back to the building, looking in every direction. Only then do I try to catch my breath. Everything races in my head.
My heart is having palpitations, and sweat breaks out over my skin. Holy shit, I just killed a man. Yes, a very bad man, but still.
Resting my head back against the wall, I expel a deep breath. There’s more to do here. Emery, I’m coming.
Entering the room, the smell of dirt assaults me as I look around the space, one that haunts my memories. The large table is in the middle of the room with cuffs on the sides and bottom to strap a person down. A place where JK decided to filet me like a fucking fish.
“Aust …” Emery says, and my focus goes to her in the corner of the room.
JK stands behind her with a knife placed at her throat and hand over her mouth.
“Bitch, shut the fuck up!” he yells, taking the knife and carving it down her arm, deep enough for blood to pour out.
Emery screams.
“Stop it!” I yell at him, my gun still out.
JK’s laugh is sinister. “You stupid little cunt.” He drags the blade up, putting it at her throat again. “Would you rather me cut here?”
“No!”
That damn smile haunts my dreams.
The walls seem to close in on me. It takes effort to breathe in and out steadily.
I left the comfort of home with Ryker and didn’t tell him where I was going. Emery is my best friend, though. I’d do anything for her in the blink of an eye. The thought of JK having her made me physically sick. No one deserves what he can dish out.
