Page 78 of Bound by Vengeance
“That virgin pussy was enough, but then you had to go and kill my baby!” JK screams. “For that, bitch, you will die!” With the knife now at Emery’s throat, he begins to dig in and dig deep.
The gun is steady in my hand, the weight of it not giving me a bit of comfort. The cold of the metal, the unforgiveness of its mold, it matches the way I feel inside. Hardened steel, molded and made by the hands of men, the firearm gives me no fear. It only feeds the burning need for retribution in my soul.
Aiming it at him, thoughts of how I got to this place rush through me. The choices that were stripped, the consequences of actions and life that were altered and changed forever. All of it weighs heavily on me, but my strong shoulders bear it.
Being a warrior is in my blood, carried through me from my parents. Eye for an eye is our motto. They would expect nothing less from me.
The blood pumping through my veins was once a life source. Now, my sole focus and the fury that courses through me is fueled by vengeance with every beat of my heart.
Ryker looks up at me, eyes blank.
“Bye, Ryker.”
I eye Emery, darting them to the left quickly. Even with tears streaming down her face, she catches it, moving fast as she lunges. I take that as my opportunity.
Without a second thought or a moment of hesitation, I pull the trigger, sending off several rounds into JK’s chest. He jerks back, the arm with the knife flying upward. Then JK’s body falls to the ground with a hard thump.
The gurgling sounds coming from him make my stomach roll. Blood seeps from his lips, pooling on the floor as he turns on his side and begins to cough. For good measure, I put a bullet in his head, thanking my mother for her target practices. When he stops moving, I turn my attention to the rest of the room.
Ryker is moving fast, subduing the man behind him. He rips the gun from him and pulls the trigger.
As blood squirts from the guy’s neck, the man reaches up, trying to stop the flow, his eyes wide with fear. He collapses on the ground, and then Ryker steps forward and puts a few more shots into him until the man stills.
This is all surreal. I want to cry and curl into a ball. I want to disappear into nothing. Instead, I rush toward Emery, whose hand is at her neck, trying to stop the blood flow.
“Is it deep?”
“Part of it is.”
Fuck!
I pull off my shirt and place the fabric against her neck. “Put pressure on it.”
Ryker sweeps Emery up into his arms then grabs my arm. “We need to get the fuck out of here. I took out one of the guys before that asshole found me. I don’t know how many more are here. The guys are about five out.”
Sucking in much-needed air, I follow him and Emery through the room. We pass by JK, who now lies in a pool of blood, his eyes looking straight up, sending a shiver down my spine.
He’s gone. Officially gone. Too bad it wasn’t soon enough.
Gun fire can be heard from outside.
Ryker sticks his head out. “They’re here.”
Relief washes over me for only a moment.
It’s all over. All of it.
JK.
Ryker and me.
He knows now. The dirt and grime. He knows all of it, and I don’t feel one bit relieved.
It’s all over.
Everything.
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