Page 92 of Triple the Secrets
“I’m not leaving you.”
“I’ll be fine,” she tried to assure her. Win looked her over and that’s when she realized Wren’s knife was lodged into her thigh.
“Wren,” Win gasped. “Oh, God.”
“Don’t take it out,” Wren groaned. “We don’t know if it hit an artery. Look, you need to get to the front and save Scarlett. I’ll be alright.”
“I’m not leaving you,” Win snarled. Wren groaned, face pale. “Fuck,” Win hissed. She looked around and realized that she couldn’t see Karissa or Scarlett. She just prayed they were alright.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back. She screamed in pain. “I should kill you,” Slicer snarled in her ear. “If the Governor wouldn’t kill us, I would enjoy slicing every piece of you before I finally killed you.”
He started dragging her back through the stacks, even as she kicked and screamed. She heard Wren calling for her, but the pain in her head was too much. She lashed out with her hands and tried to drag her feet. She couldn’t let him take her. If he got her outside, she was as good as dead.
“Let me go!” she cried desperately.
“Shut the hell up,” he yelled at her, as he continued to drag her. She wouldn’t have any hair left at the way she could feel it pulling from her scalp.
He was taking her to the back door, she realized.
“Stop right there,” a dark voice said, and she caught a glimpse of Razor standing by the door, head covered in blood, and gun drawn. He wasn’t steady on his feet, and she could tell he was in pain.
Slicer paused but pulled his own gun. “Fucking bikers,” he snarled, firing. It hit Razor in the shoulder, making him drop his gun and groan.
“No!” Win screamed, fighting again in earnest. “Razor!”
Slicer dropped her and kicked her in the stomach, making her grunt as pain as exploded through her belly and ribs. He walked towards Razor, gun pointed at him. “I’ll kill you and send a message to your stupid club,” Slicer vowed.
“I don’t think so,” Karissa said coldly as she came out of the stacks, walked right up to Slicer and put her gun to the back of his head. “Drop the gun. Now.”
Slicer didn’t turn his head. “Who the fuck are you?” he demanded.
“I’m the one who is going to kill you for shooting him,” Karissa hissed, digging the gun harder into the back of his skull. “For hurting these girls and for trying to kill Scarlett.”
Slicer laughed, and then he moved. He rounded and knocked the gun out of Karissa’s hand. Her heart stalled when Slicer’s gun was now pointed at Karissa’s head. Karissa didn’t show any emotion, her face as cold as ice. “Nice try, bitch,” Slicer snarled.
“Is bitch your favorite term to call women?” Karissa taunted. “You really should start trying to widen your vocabulary. I can probably help find you a good dictionary around here.” Then she moved.
Karissa was a blur as she lashed out, kicking him in the stomach and knocking the gun out of his hand, sending it sliding towards Win. Win didn’t move, watching in awe as Karissa went toe to toe with Slicer, who wasn’t holding back as he tried to take her down.
Win looked back at the gun in front of her and dazedly grabbed it. She needed to stop him, she thought absently. She felt the cool weight of it in her hand, and she didn’t even think, she just lifted it.
She saw the man who had dared to hurt her; to hurt her sister; to rape them; to humiliate and drug them; he deserved to die. She wanted to kill him. To eliminate the threat. He punched Karissa hard in the gut and tripped her, making her fall to the ground. Karissa let out a cry of pain, and then he turned to her, breathing hard.
“Don’t do it, Win,” Rogue’s voice suddenly said as he came up behind her.
“I have to,” she whispered, staring at the monster in front of her, hand steady.
“No, you don’t,” Rogue said firmly, standing directly behind her, but not touching her. “I will handle him, baby. I promise. You can get your licks in, but I won’t let him stain your soul.”
“He hurt us,” she cried angrily, the need for revenge gripping her by the throat. “He raped us, Rogue. We were ten years old. He raped me first because he thought I was weaker. That I wouldn’t fight.”
“I enjoyed breaking you,” Slicer taunted her. “And I’ll do it again before I turn you over.”
“I will never let you take me,” Win hissed.
“Neither will I,” Rogue snarled.
Slicer barked out a harsh laugh. “Like you can stop me, biker. Even if you take me, someone will come back for them. The Governor won’t just let them go.”
