Page 63 of Bound by Wreckage
“Get off me, fucker!” I yell at him, but he can’t hear me and it does no use.
That’s when I hear the rumble of motorcycles and I freeze, knowing he’s here. Knowing that if I have to keep shooting.
Buck. He’s here for me. My body starts to shake, and it takes everything inside of me to get it to calm down.
Cary D said fifteen minutes until we got wherever we were going. Buck may have given up and come looking for us. Panic like no other courses through my veins and I squirm to get Big Jim off of me, only able to get my arms free still holding the gun.
Whoever opens oneof these doors is getting met with a bullet. I sit still listening to figure out where he is.
It’s quiet. Too quiet. I try to lift up to look out the windows but have no luck.
The side door flies open so fast, I aim my gun and begin to pull the trigger seeinghim.Moving the gun quickly, I end up shooting the floor instead.
“Nox,” I breathe out, feeling for once in all thesemonths—safe.
“Hey, babe. Got yourself in a mess I see,” he jokes.
“Get him off of me,” I order as Nox nods with a smirk on his face. All the doors of the van begin to open, and I panic. Nox must see it.
“They’re my brothers. You’re safe.” Nox climbs in and pulls Big Jim off of me as I slide out. My lungs open, and I gasp for breath. “Looks like you picked some things up fromGunny.”
My, “yeah,” is breathy as Nox helps me sit up. He pulls out a knife and cuts the tape around my wrists.
“Damn, woman!” a man with a manbun says. He looks a lot like Nox, but different as well. “Cleaned up house.” He hits Nox. “Watch out before she takes you out.”
At that, a small smirk tips my lips. That’s never going to happen.
“This is my brother, Cooper.He’s blood but also Ravage.”
I give a small wave, feeling really weird meeting his brothers like this. Don’t get me wrong, I’m damn glad they’re here, but I’m covered in asshole blood. “Can we get out of here? I need to change.”
Two other men look through the back door, their expressions fierce as they slam the door one of them getting on the phone.
“That’s Jacks and Green.You’re safe, Carsyn. I got you.” I recognize Green from the first day at the Rangers, but the others are strangers.
Those words never sounded better.
Nox pulls me out of the van, and we happen to be on the side of the road. How the hell I pulled that off I have no clue.
“Listen, we have to move fast. Change your clothes right here. They’ll turn their backs.” He must’ve caughtmy fear of getting dressed in front of his brothers, giving me an out. “We don’t have time to get you somewhere else.” Nox points to my backpack still on me. “You got clothes in there?”
I nod and pull it off me, digging through it. “What do I do with the bloody clothes?”
“Put it in the van. We have a clean-up crew coming. They’re ten minutes out, and as soon as they land we’re outof here.”
Adrenaline pumps through my veins, and I don’t think. I pull the clothes off and change right there on the side of the road letting the fear get washed away for the moment. I grab a washrag I took from the last hotel and spill some of my bottled water on it, washing the blood off of me as best as possible. The fabric is rough over my skin and feels like it’s pulling a layer offwith each wipe. With the amount though, it doesn’t all come off unfortunately.
Tossing the rag into the van, Big Jim’s open, dead eyes stare back at me and make me falter. I killed two people. Took their lives from them. While logically I knew I did it to protect myself, I can’t stop repeating that in my head.
They were going to rape me, or worse. I had to fight for control of mybody. It was hard won, but I did it. But in doing that I took a life, and that’s a different kind of agony.
I killed someone. I killed someone.
Everything in me freezes as warm hands come to my arms, making me jump around.
“Hey, calm down there,” Nox says. “Don’t go into shock on me, Carsyn.”
“I killed them,” I whisper the words.
