Page 66 of Bound by Destiny
The knife slices deeper and the pain is excruciating, but it’s time. Time to save myself because I’m not giving up a life with Jacks. Fuck her.
I start to make my move just as a loud pop, then a crash of glass, and then blood splatters all over the back of my head. I turn around, seeing the strung-out woman on the floor and follow the point of the bullet. Rylynn stands there, gun still smoking in her hand as she walks up and comes through the glass door.
“Holy fucking shit, Ry.”
Rylynn doesn’t remove her gun from the woman now bleeding all over my new carpet. “Is she dead?”
My mind swirls. I feel dizzy as I try to sort out what just happened. Another knife to my neck and another second chance at life.
“Do you see her fuckin’ brain matter in the back of Emery’s hair.” Austyn kicks the woman just to make sure.
Instinctively, I reach behind my head, and sure enough, the grossest thing I’ve ever touched is in the back of my hair.
“Fuck!” Austyn runs into the kitchen then comes back with a towel. “Sit in this chair upright. Put this towel on and hold it there tight. I have no fuckin’ clue if she sliced something crucial.”
The fabric is rough on my skin as I lean my head back in the chair. “Damn, now her brains and blood are destroying my furniture and carpet.”
“Shut it, bitch,” Ry says with a smile on her face, more like the woman I know and not the woman who just shot a gun without a lick of hesitation and a look of controlled fury that I’ve only seen once before—her father Rhys.
“I’m callin’ my mom. She’ll know if it needs more than what we can do. Fuck, I hope we don’t have to go to the hospital.” Austyn pulls out her phone and starts a video chat as I hear bikes in the distance.
“Ry, go see if that’s Jacks please.” Rylynn opens the door wide, and I see Jacks practically put his bike down on the ground but only at the last second getting the kickstand down. He barrels into the house, looking at the strung-out woman on the floor. Ryker not far behind him.
“Dead?” he asks.
“Yep,” Rylynn answers, and then Jacks is on me.
He pulls the bloodstained fabric from my neck. “Fucking hell. We gotta get you to the hospital.”
“Hang on, big guy.” I hear Princess’ voice then see her face on the screen. “Let me look.” The phone gets shoved in my face as I pull away the rag. “Can you talk?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you breathe?”
“Yeah.”
“Then you’re not dead. You must be the lucky one percent that didn’t get the larynx, artery, or jugular sliced. She must’ve not known what she was doing, Austyn,” Princess calls as Austyn moves the phone away from me. “You either bring her to the clubhouse or you stitch her up. Would rather you bring her to me so I can make sure everything’s good.”
“We’re on our way,” Jacks answers for everyone. “All of you, to the clubhouse now.”
“I’m callin’ in reinforcements, brother. You take care of your woman and take mine with you.”
Austyn looks ready to argue, but Ryker gives her this weird look. “Fine.”
Well, I’m alive at least. A lot better than those damn dreams. The pain is intense, but I’ll gladly feel every ounce of it knowing I’ll live to make another memory with Jacks.
“I’m fine. Stop babying me,”I groan as Jacks asks me for the millionth time if I need anything. I need him to stop being an overprotective man for ten minutes and leave me be.
“I’ll do what I want, babe. You ain’t gonna stop me.”
Instead of rolling my eyes, I lay back on the couch. The new couch and living room furniture that was delivered here before coming back home. Also, the carpet has been replaced with the same style as before, minus the blood. New glass is also in the sliding glass window.
I didn’t ask who did it because I knew, and I’d be having to cook a huge meal for all of Ravage to say thank you. But that’s what family does.
Jacks picks me up and lays next to me, my head resting on his chest. The cut to my throat looked a lot worse than it was. It’ll more than likely leave me another scar around my neck. Good thing I was coming to terms with them. I’m thinking of getting a tattoo of the ones on my arms, just for me.
I’m a bit sore, but overall good. We stayed at the clubhouse for a couple of days while Ravage did the work to the house. When I first came in, I thought I’d feel something, like I’d be creeped out that someone died in this very room, but it never came. She’s a blip on our radar now. She’s disappeared, and Rylynn is getting a shit ton of praise.
