Page 45 of Roped in Chaos
I look over my shoulder and gun it. My new goal is to make the last four hours of this trip go by in only two. With the pedal to the metal and my phone’s navigation up, I fly down the freeway.
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I managed to get there in an hour and forty-five minutes. I slow my truck down as I get closer. There’s a nice-looking BMW sitting in front, but that’s it. I don’t know what she used to drive, so I’m curious if it might be hers. I park next to the car and grab my gun out of the compartment. I tuck it into the back of my pants and stuff my phone into my front pocket. I circle the car and look into the passenger window. Sitting on the seat is an empty vial and a syringe. Yeah, this is for sure not her car. I pull the gun from where I had it stored and take the safety off before chambering a bullet. I creep around the corner of the building and raise it, before going to the door and pushing it open slightly. I peek my head in and don’t see anything but a long dark hallway. I step in, checking behind me before making my way down the only way available.
I come to an open door and press myself to the wall before looking in and nothing. I continue down the hallway until there’s another door, and I repeat the same actions. The only difference is this time when I look in, I see her. She’s tied up and gagged, her shirt is falling off her shoulders and has clearly been cut down the middle. I pull out my phone and call 911, whispering into the phone before hanging up and making my way to her.
She starts whining as soon as she sees me, and tears fall down her face. I grit my teeth hard. Whoever did this tomy girlis going to fucking die.
“Shhh shhh,” I coo. I make quick work with the gag and ropes. As soon as she’s free, launches herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I sit back and hold her for a moment.
“Who did this to you?” She pulls back and looks me in the face.
“It’s the same person who hurt Daddy. Daddy apparently lost his money or something please?—”
“Where the fuck is he?” I demand.
“He went to the left, around the corner. But please don’t go. Don’t leave me. I- I-”
“Not right now, Princess. I’ll be back in a minute. Stay here. Do not come for me, no matter what you hear.”
“Be safe. Please”
I nod and promise her I will. I make my way in the direction she described, and it leads me to another room. I can hear what sounds like some sort of TV playing and when I look in, I can see a man with his back to me. I sneak up behind him before putting the barrel of my gun to the back of his head.
“You should really get some fucking cameras if you’re gonna fuck with other people’s things.” The sound of my voice makes the man jolt. He grabs at his chest while he laughs. I tilt my head, staring at the man. He turns around to face me, allowing me to keep my gun pressed against his forehead. His face is oily, he has sweat stains, and he smells like BO. This motherfucker didn’t get the memo, did he?
“Why’d you take what’s mine? Hmm?”
“Yours? The chick?”
I lift the butt of my gun back and hit him in the nose. Damn, that feels good. The bone cracked, and the blood is now rolling down his chin.
“Motherfu—”
I cut him off with another hit across his cheek.
“You fucking touched what is mine. You fuckingtookwhat is mine. Youtouched”I add in extra emphasis,”what ismine.”
The man staggers up and stares at me. I’m going to let this play out. We’ll see what happens. If what is about to happen truly does, then it’ll work out to my benefit.
I drop my hands and let him come at me. Perfect.
He punches me, and it stings just a little. Lifting a hand, I touch where the skin has split and look back down to see the blood covering my fingers.
“Well, you hit me. Now it’s self-defense,” I say as I raise the gun and aim right at the same broken nose. I pull the trigger, spraying blood and brain matter behind him. I thought it would gross me out more or cause some sort of sick thoughts, but it is satisfying in a very grotesque way. I wipe at the droplets that have landed on my face and walk back to my princess.
As I step back into the room, she runs back to me and jumps into my arms. I cradle her and drop to my knees. I soak in her. The feeling of her body pressed against me, the smell of her, everything I’ve been missing.
“Fuck, I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” she cries. “I’m so fucking sorry. I love you.”
I pull back and look at her tear-stained face.
“Say it again,” I demand.
“I’m sor?—”
