Page 44 of Reckless
Chapter Twenty-Four
Lucy
We are heading back to the clubhouse now. All the girls are quiet, none of us knowing what to say after putting our friend in the ground. I have been close to Izzy since the first day she walked through our door. She reminded me so much of myself, and I just wanted to help her. Knowing that she was pregnant makes everything so much worse too. With how her mother had been, she never really wanted to have kids. We used to talk about it constantly because she was always so good with Ana and Jimmy. Ana asked me when Aunt Izzy was coming back this morning and cried for hours when I said she wasn't.
Pulling into the lot, all I want to do for the rest of the day is sleep. Maybe I can pretend that this is all a dream and none of it ever happened. Whip is standing outside the door, and the look on his face makes me worried.
What else could happen?
“What’s wrong?” I say as soon as I climb out of the car.
“Someone came here when we were gone. Fuckin’ Mikey let her in.” He looks over at the prospect who is sitting on a chair outside the building looking like a toddler in the corner.
“Let who in? What’s going on?”
Looking behind me at the girls, he cocks his head to the door. “You guys need to head in, I need to talk to Lucy.” He pulls me against his chest. “We figured out who’s been behind everything.”
“And?” I look at him in confusion.
"Your family isn't as gone as we thought they were." My heart stops and everything inside of me freezes. "They've been behind a lot of shit, and we don't know exactly who all is still orchestrating it."
“What makes you think it’s them?”
His arms tighten around me. “We caught one of them the night of the shooting. A young kid, he had a picture of you and when he told us his name it clicked.
My head is spinning right now. “What was his name?”
“Jeremiah Evans.”
I gasp, feeling like I can’t breathe.
“That’s not it though, babe.” He looks down at me. “A girl showed up today looking for you. She got in by telling Mikey you’re her aunt.” I look at him in confusion. “She’s Amy’s daughter.”
A pain hits my chest, and I feel like I might pass out.
“Please let me go. Please don’t kill me!” Amy is pleading with them and completely ignoring me. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise. Please just let me go,” she cries as Twisted holds her up.
“It’s not up to them,” I say as I look at the girl I was ready to sacrifice myself for. I was so desperate for some sort of blood family that I was too blind to see what was right in front of my face.
“Lucy? I didn’t know you—”
“What? Lived? You thought he killed me? I’m sure you would have liked that. Then no one would have known that you helped them. That without you they wouldn’t have gotten to me.” I take a step closer to her. “I felt sorry for you. You used my past against me, my pain as leverage. You are as horrible of a person as they are.”
She shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I just did what Daddy wanted me to. They told me I would be punished if I didn’t. What was I supposed to do?”
"You could have said no! You could have told me!" Tears sting my eyes. "The things that happened to me down there have changed me for the rest of my life, and that is all because of you. I lost my child because of the things they did to me." My voice is loud and cracking with emotion.
“You can’t kill me, I’m your sister! You love me! You’re not a killer, Lucy. You aren’t that person.” Her eyes plead with me.
“I wasn’t that person before, this is what your actions have turned me into. You created this monster, and now this monster is going to destroy you.” My voice is cold. Any love or feelings I had toward Amy have long since died.
Jordan steps up next to me and hands me his gun. "You ever fire one of these?" I shake my head at him. "You ready?" I nod. I want this to be done. This chapter in my life needs to be over. "Don't touch the trigger ‘til you're ready to pull it. When you do pull it, it's gonna be loud."
I take it from him, the weight in my hand making my stomach drop. The confidence I felt walking in here is seeping out of me. I take a few steps toward her so that we are about six feet apart. Twisted releases her and she falls to her knees. Her words are now unrecognizable, mixed with sobs and cries. I should feel compassion for her, but I don't. I gave Amy everything I had, and she only gave me deception. I lift the gun my hands and arms visibly shaking.
“Lucy?” Jordan’s voice sounds behind me.
“She has this, bro.” I hear Twisted’s voice. I think about the talk I had with him in the room. The way he told me that only I had the power to move past all of this shit and come out on top. There is no way I can move past anything knowing that she is living her life, that she got away with what she did.
