Page 176 of Savior
Shoving the door open with my foot and peering inside the dark double wide, I make out her crumpled form. She’s on the floor, sitting against the wall on the carpet below a window on the far side of the trailer.
“He left…” she whispers, before tucking her head back down behind her knees, arms wrapped around her shins.
“Janie…” I slowly approach her. “Can you stand?” She doesn’t answer me, only begins to cry. “How badly hurt are you, doll?” I crouch down beside her, wondering if she’ll be able to hold onto me on the back of my bike, or if we’re going to have to call for an ambulance. She cries a little harder. “I need you to answer me, Janie.”
“I’m so sorry…” she whispers through her tears. “God, I’m so, so fucking sorry…”
Her words aren’t what I expect and I’m not sure what she’s apologizing for. For going back to her abusive ex?
I don’t have time to ask her to clarify…
Something cold and hard presses against my temple.
I instinctively know, it’s the barrel of a gun.
For a moment, I’m sure the man with a gun to my head, is Janie’s ex. That he forced her to set me up and get me here to exact his revenge. Fuck my life... I knew it was only a matter of time before I landed my ass in a situation like this.
“No sudden moves.” A raspy voice warns me in the darkness.
That’s not Janie’s boyfriend…
“Get this little trollop up off the floor. She’s served her purpose.”
There’s movement from the kitchen, a chair creaking and the sound of boots stomping across the linoleum. I wonder how many Demons are lurking within the shadows around us, and I curse myself for not being more cautious. I know better than this! Fuck!
“Just don’t hurt her.” I mutter.
Legion chuckles. “Sweet Janie? Never… Plus, it would be rather difficult to cause Janie any physical harm at the moment… Seeing as how she’s still in Oklahoma.”
What?
As the Demon from the kitchen snatches the girl up from the floor, dragging her by her arm, I realize she isn’t Janie. She’s one of their club whores, doing what she’s been told to do. The Demon drags her towards the couch in front of the windows of the living room on the opposite side of the room, and tosses her down onto the cushions. She immediately begins to weep, wrapping her arms around herself, and I wonder if they intend to kill us both.
“I’m a man of my word, Dean Keegan. I meant it when I told you our next meeting would be on my terms.” Legion sneers.
“Well,” I let out a long sigh, fairly certain I’m in for a world of pain tonight. “It seems as though you have me at a major disadvantage, Legion.”
“Oh, I do.” Legion chuckles, discernable elation in his tone.
“Are you just going to pull that trigger? Or will I be granted a fighting chance?”
“A bullet would be too good for you.” Legion replies coolly.
So, I am in for a beat down. Must be why Legion seemed so eager to see me fight those two Demons at once that night at the bonfire. He wanted to gauge what I was capable of. That already tells me, there are more than two men with him tonight.
“Alright… If I’m about to have my skull caved in, you mind telling me why?”
The barrel of the gun presses harder against my temple, forcing my neck to bend and tilt my head to the side. The rage radiating off of Legion permeates the atmosphere in the dark trailer, and I can hear the growl in his throat. I expect an answer, but one doesn’t come. It takes him a solid minute to speak, and when he does, it’s with great effort to remain steady.
“Just know, everything you have coming to you… you’ve earned it.”
He removes the gun from my temple, only to crack me in the back of the head.
Pacing the front of the house, I debate whether or not I should text Viking about this letter. I don’t want to distract him from searching for Dean. He probably already suspects this has something to do with Legion. Before I can decide to do anything, a pair of headlights cuts through the dark night, speeding towards our driveway. I know it isn’t the prospects. They’ll come on motorcycles, and should be here any minute.
I’m about to dart back to the bedroom to grab one of Dean’s guns, when the car speeding up the driveway triggers the censor lights on the front of the house.
My father’s green Jaguar.
