Page 28 of Vicious Punks
I could, for revenge, burn the stuffed animal in front of him, but even I’m not that cruel. I’d rather stab him. If someone told me I can’t ever be free to live the life I want, I’d probably die. After everything I went through, to have it completely taken away from me would be like a slow death as I waste away.
“I’d probably help you on that murder spree if someone hurt your unicorn,” I admit softly with a deep breath, not wanting anyone’s hopes and dreams to go away because there isn’t anything else to live for if it’s gone.
He suddenly stops walking, making me trip over my own feet, and leans down in my face until I can only make out his electric blue eyes that make my heart skip a beat.
“You would, wouldn’t you?” His teeth flash in the dark and he starts walking again without missing a beat, not glancing away from me as he leads me into the darkness.
I guess my life will always be surrounded by the dark, I can never escape that. At least I have something to hold on to, to see his captivating blue eyes stare into mine as if we’re in this together.
“If you die tonight, I’ll honor you by painting a beautiful picture in your blood,” he says, all too seriously, his voice deepening and a hint of excitement leaking through.
He doesn’t try to hide who he really is, he bares it all for the world to see. It’s his way of letting everyone know just how cray cray he is.
As if we’d forget when he’s reminding us every second.
Tey’s crazy but, well, I kind of like that.
“Uh, thanks,” I manage to choke out around a tight throat, wondering where they breed his kind of crazy.
“Anytime, pet.” He laughs, the sound echoing and he stops walking so fast I bump my nose into his firm chest.
The lights turn on, blinding me as I hold my hand over my eyes so I can focus on the door in front of me as Tey steps away. Glancing over my shoulder, I see Dalton and Nicky and wonder if they’ve been following us the whole time on silent feet. My body shudders at the thought, knowing how deadly they can be.
“Go on, little bitch, open the door,” Dalton grins, winking at me and his gaze roams over my body with an approving nod, lust shining in his violet eyes. “I knew it would look fucking hot on you.” He bites his knuckle and I can only roll my eyes, looking back at the door in front of me.
A metal door with a square, frosted window makes it hard for me to approach it, but curiosity wins. As I walk up to the door and stand on my tippy-toes, I wipe at the window to see what's on the other side. Tilting my head, I’m not sure what exactly I’m seeing.
“Open it,” Tey says in an excited voice from behind me, breathing down my neck and almost making me scream.
Damn him! I didn’t hear him move.
Staring down at the handle, I square my shoulders and throw the door open without hesitating. If they are trying to scare me, it’s not going to work. I’ve seen it all. Blood doesn’t bother me, I could eat a hamburger with ketchup after seeing someone get cut open with blood running out of them in fountains. I was forced to watch people, who crossed the path of the Demon Jokers, get tortured for half of my childhood, and was told that I’d get used to it after a while. I guess I did.
A man sits tied up in the middle of the freezer, surrounded by clear tarp. He lifts his head and focuses right on me, mumbling something around the cloth stuffed into his mouth. It almost sounds like laughter. I glance over him, trying to figure out if I know him from somewhere. Tan skin, dark eyes, and both of his arms covered in tattoos all the way up to his neck. I get an uneasy feeling in my gut. One tattoo is inked out in black on his chest, concealing which gang he’s from. I don’t question how I know he’s in a gang. It could be his cold eyes as he now stares at me, noticing that I haven’t made a move to help him. Why does he look familiar? Has he been to the club warehouse before?
Movement to my right catches my eye and when I glance over, a clear tarp parts to reveal Logan as he casually strolls over to the gang member. Logan crouches down, clicking his tongue and shaking his head in disappointment as he rips out the gag.
“Miguel. Miguel. Miguel,” Logan repeats tauntingly. He slaps Miguel's face to make him look at him, but his captive just sits there staring at me.
I step back when Miguel starts to smirk, the smile creeping me out. It’s aimed right at me like he knows something I don’t. It says doom. Your end. It’s the same kind of smirk the Demon Jokers members had as they used my body, telling me that it can happen anytime, anywhere. My back bumps into a hard chest, making me jump before the smell of engine oil and sandalwood makes me relax my shoulders. I reach behind me blindly to latch onto any body part I can to ground myself. Lacing my fingers between whoever is behind me, I don’t let go, and feel relieved when my hand is squeezed in return. That simple touch tells me I’m safe and not alone. It could be a trick but it’s all I've got to survive at the moment.
“Someone’s looking for you, little girl,” Miguel laughs as the blood drains from my face.
“Who’s looking for her?” Logan asks as he pulls out his gun from the waist of his pants, placing it on his knee.
It’s a power move, letting the person know it only takes one bullet through the head to end your sorry life.
When Miguel doesn’t say anything, Logan looks over and nods at one of the guys behind me. Tey starts to walk around me but stops suddenly and grabs my other hand.
“Guard this with your life,” he commands seriously, as he places something in the palm of my hand and all I can do is close my fist around the object.
Tey rubs his hands together in excitement and swaggers towards Miguel as he draws his knife from his boot. A tattooed, muscular arm wraps around my middle, drawing me closer to a warm body in such a cold environment. Dalton slides his fingers into my hand that’s clenching the object placed there. Glancing down, I watch as he pries my fingers open to reveal a stuffed unicorn. I quickly glance over my shoulder to see both Dalton and Nicky staring down at the unicorn in disbelief.
“He never lets anyone touch it,” Dalton whispers, and sharply looks at Nicky who just clenches his jaw and glances straight ahead.
Shit. He’s mad. I thought we were at least on a level of having a decent relationship of being civil towards each other. But Nicky likes Tey. Anyone with eyes can see that, and I might have just crossed a line by accepting to look after the tiny stuffed animal. I was right, my doom is coming.
I awkwardly let out a quiet laugh and stuff the unicorn in my bra, acting like it’s no big deal. Deciding to ignore the anger radiating off of Nicky, I glance back to Tey to see what he’s doing.
