A survivor.
Her own hero.
“Listen, Reina, you need to keep your head because as long as he keeps feeding me that shit, I’m useless. Jack’s on to him so it’s only a matter of time before he and the club gets to you.”
“To us,” she amended. “He will not leave you behind, you’re the closest thing he has to a brother. Arealbrother,” she added.
Brothers.
“Right,” I replied, closing my eyes. “Reina, do me a favor?”
“I’m kind of tied up right now,” she said, forcing a laugh.
I smiled slightly before the wave of nausea washed over me again.
“Oh God,” I moaned. “I need to throw up,” I mumbled, hanging my head waiting for it to pass.
“Blackie, focus, if you let that shit control you, then the poison wins,” Reina pleaded, pausing for a moment before she began again. “Tell me your real name. Blackie is your club name, right?”
“Road name,” I corrected.
“Cut me some slack, I’m new to the old lady status,” she said, her voice cracking. “Tell me your name,” she repeated.
“Dominic,” I whispered.
“Dominic,” she started. “I like Blackie, better,” she conceded.
“You’re good people, Reina,” I said.
Why was it the good always finished last?
“We will get the fuck out of here,” I declared, clearing my throat. The way I figure it, God’s not going to let me die here, under this dickbag Jimmy’s thumb. He wants me breathing, he keeps me suffering so, Reina, has a fair shot of surviving this shit.
“Jimmy blew up my truck,” I informed her.
Keep talking…Keep fighting.
“After I dropped you off I made a stop, must be when he planted the bomb,” I added.
Lacey.
I hope they left her alone. I pray to whatever God willing to hear me that she listened when I told her to stay put.
“You don’t think he planted it while I had the truck?” she questioned.
“Jack’s house is covered with cameras, anyone watches him, and it’s obvious Jimmy’s been watching us, wouldn’t be stupid enough to plant a bomb with the camera rolling,” I explained.
“So where did you go?” she asked.
It almost slipped off my tongue.
Lace.
Her.
My angel.
My light.