Page 65 of Bound by Destiny
His mouth is bloody, and it drips down his chin and neck. One of his feet is missing toes, while both hands now are stripped of their fingernails. Lots of punches were thrown even though he’s given us nothing more. It feels like a waste, but also a good thing because there won’t be any more fuckers like him coming to fuck with Ravage.
“I’m done,” Pops chimes in. “If he were going to say anything, it would’ve been said by now.” Pops reaches over to another syringe, holding it up. “This’ll take a bit to work, so if you want to play go for it.”
Derk has zero energy to fight. His head is lulled in front of him, his body just barely hanging on in the chair as Pops injects the poison into the man’s veins.
The man slowly moves, trying to shift his head, but finding himself unable to. “Lilly,” he croaks, blood coming out of his mouth.
“Did y’all hear that?” I ask, hoping that I’m not hearing things.
“Who the fuck is Lilly!” Cruz roars, getting in the man’s face. “Fuckin’ talk.”
“My… girl.” Derk then stops moving, I look up at Pops.
“Does it work that fast?”
Pops shrugs. “What I read is it takes a bit to work in the system.”
Cruz throws a couple right hooks, but gets nowhere. He looks over at Buzz. “Lilly. Find out who the fuck she is and where she’s at, now!”
Buzz gets to work.
“Brother,” I address GT. “Emery went home with Austyn a while ago after we got this dickhead.” Fear flashes in his eyes as I grab my phone, dialing her number.
It goes to voicemail. Each of the five times that I try to call goes straight to voicemail as Ryker and I haul ass to our bikes.
Fucking hell. I knew better. I fucking knew better than to think it’d be safe for her to go home. If this bitch Lilly was around the hospital at all when Derk tried to take out Pops, she would’ve seen Emery there with me beforehand, and if Derk is missing, it would be my guess she’d go to Emery.
I fucking pray I’m wrong.
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Emery
My place feelsmusty or maybe it’s the smell of the dishes I left in the sink. Giving them a quick wash, I tidy up the place. I missed my house. Staying at the clubhouse is fine every once in a while, but I like my own space.
Opening the fridge, I pull out some veggies and ranch dressing. Cutting them up and stacking them on a plate, I search for some chips or Chex mix. Finding chips, I crack them open. Austyn is coming over along with Rylie, Bristyl, Leah, and Rylynn is supposed to stop here on the way back into Sumner.
It’s an impromptu gathering that we all felt we needed. After being on lockdown, we needed some time together to unwind.
A knock comes to the door, and I yell out “Come in!” while fluffing the pillows. The door doesn’t open, so I call out the welcome again. Then nothing. Making my way to the door, I pull it open wide and out of nowhere a fist punches me directly in my temple.
I stagger back hitting the chair and taking a tumble over. “What the fuck!”
“You fuckin’ bitch! I saw you there with that dickhead at the hospital. He’s taken somethin’ from me, and now I’m takin’ somethin’ from him.”
A woman with stringy blonde hair, that could really use a good wash and color, screams at me as I try and get my balance back and get to my feet. Her eyes are beady and red. She’s on something, I just don’t know what. The sags under her eyes are so pronounced it’s like dead skin hanging there.
The problem is—she’s fast. So fast that by the time I get to my feet, there is a large butcher knife at my throat. My dreams hit me like a lead weight. I’ve seen this scenario. I’ve felt it.
As if on cue, Austyn walks into the room. “I brought… what the fuck?” She leaves the front door open, tossing some containers and bags to the floor. “Who the fuck are you?”
The dream is wrapping itself around me, threatening to pull me under. This exact thing—Austyn there, the knife at my throat only this time, I don’t come out of it alive.
“Derk’s woman. I saw those assholes take him!” she screams in my ear.
No. This is not fucking happening. I refuse to let it. Fuck her and fuck him. I’m not ready to leave this world. Just as I reach up to jab her with my elbow, she presses the knife deeper, and it slices my skin. The burn is much worse than before, telling me she cut deeper.
Looking at Austyn, fury boils in her eyes. I give her the same sign she gave me before with my eyes, moving them to the side and telling her I’m going to dart that way. If she can kick the knife out of this drugged out bitch’s hand, Austyn and I can take her. I know it with every part of my being. I also know this is going to be my only chance.
