Page 126 of Bourbon Kingdom
“Kace,” I cried, as I threw myself in his arms. “Where is everyone?”
“We’re all around the corner, past the trucks,” he said. “We exited out the back of the club.”
“Oh, thank God,” I said relieved, letting my heartrate return to normal. “I was at the cemetery and I had this horrible feeling that something bad was going to happen after creepy Mercy talked to me.”
“Who’s creepy Mercy?” Kace asked, as he moved the crowd to the side and showed me where everyone was huddled.
“Rex’s plaything. You should have seen her; she looked like a psychopath. She was hugging a bloody shirt—”
I was interrupted by a loud creak and pop. We both turned around to see an explosion go off from the back of the house.
Holy shit.
Then it hit me: the club was burning down; there was no way to salvage it.
My sanctuary, the place where I made everlasting friendships, the place that had become my home, the place where I fell in love, where I expected to spend the rest of my days.
Tears welled up in my eyes as firemen exited the building in a hurry so they weren’t trapped when it collapsed.
“Clear the area; clear the area,” shouted one of the firemen into a walkie talkie that was strapped to his shoulder. “Is everyone out?”
“Yes, sir,” all is clear.
“Wait,” Kace said, while looking around, “Where’s Jett?”
Where’s Jett?!
My heart bottomed out as my vision around me turned black and my eyes narrowed up to the third floor window, from where I’d seen Jett look down at me many times. In the midst of all of the smoke and flames, there was a body moving up on the third floor, clearly pacing back and forth.
A shrill cry escaped me as I charged toward the house, but was grabbed by the waist.
“Goldie, stop.”
“He’s up there!” I screamed and pointed. “He’s up there; we have to get him.”
Another explosion ricocheted through the thick, smoky air, sending sparks around the area.
“Start covering the perimeters,” a fireman said, “Save the areas around it; the house is unsalvageable.”
I grabbed his walkie talkie and shouted into it, “There is a man in there still; stop everything you’re doing and—”
The walkie talkie was ripped away from me and the fireman spoke into it, redirecting them to their original duty.
“What are you doing? There’s someone still in there. Go save him.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, it’s too dangerous. I’m not going to send my men in there when the house is creaking and ready to fall.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? What kind of firemen are you?” I screamed, as I charged towards the house to go get him myself, but was grabbed once again. “Put me down! He’s in there; I need to save him. He’s in there!”
“Goldie, stop. We can’t go in there,” Kace’s voice spoke softly into my ear. “There is nothing we can do.”
“Fuck you, there is nothing we can do.” I screamed as loud as I could up to the third floor, hoping Jett could hear me. “Open the window and jump. Jett, jump!”
From the floor of the third level, a hand reached up and hit the window, then slowly slid down the glass, as if it was his last ditch effort to save himself.
“No!” I cried and fought Kace, who was now pulling me away. “Fight, Jett, fight!”
My last words died on my lips as the fire burned and the house collapsed in on itself, causing sparks and smoke to explode from underneath the house.
