Page 56 of Broken
Twisted’s hand immediately raises. “Don’t react. It’s what he wants.”
I look at him. “She wasn’t there.”
His face drops. He had every hope that she was there and at this point we would have won. His body slowly turns toward our enemies. “Where. Is. My. Sister?” Each word sounds like a dagger being thrown at them.
“Already told you. I won’t give her back to you. Plus, at this point, it wouldn’t matter anyway. Pretty sure she’s already gone.” His smug face is making my blood boil.
Twisted nods at Whip, who gives the signal for everyone to come out. In a matter of seconds, they are surrounded. Hades’ officers look like they are about to drop to their knees and beg for mercy.
“Leave only Beast.” Twisted orders and two pops sound off in succession. The men drop to the ground beside him.
“Thing is even if you kill me I still win because I’m takin’ your slut sister with me.” His head turns to where I stand. “Hope she wasn’t too loose for you, boy. We all worked her out plenty when she was our whore.”
“Enough!” Pres draws his gun and takes a few steps toward Beast. He kicks at his knee, making him buckle to the ground so that he’s kneeling in front of him. “Tell me where the fuck she is.”
“Not gonna happen,Pres. See, the way I look at it is, either way, you’re gonna kill me, so I might as well keep that shit to myself. Plus, like I said, she’s already fucking dead.”
He shoots him in the head and Beast’s body falls to the floor.
“Fuck!” Pres shouts, flipping the table closest to him over. “We need to fucking find her! Now!”
Everyone scatters. I hear bikes starting, heading out in no specific direction but checking anywhere they can think of.
My eyes fall back down to Beast. My mind is spinning as I try to think of where the fuck he could have her. Brick had been watching that damn clubhouse. He said no one had left last night and the only car to leave today was the one they drove here.
That’s when it hits me. The car.
He would have wanted her close to feed that sense of revenge.
Having Pres know that she died when she was right under his nose would have been even better. I look out toward the car and all the windows are up, I’m gonna bet it’s locked too. I see a set of keys clipped to his belt and yank them off of him before heading outside as fast as I can manage.
The front lot is pretty empty because most of the bikes were parked out back.
I unlock the trunk and my heart stops.
Izzy.
She’s soaking wet. Her skin is pale and washed out. There is tape over her mouth and her hands are bound behind her back. Her ankles are secured by the same kind of tape. Then I see it the thick metal collar wrapped around her neck.
“No!”
I reach down and scoop her into my arms, screaming as I feel my stitches ripping open. I’m pretty sure I have blood running down my side, but that doesn’t matter right now. All that matters is her. I walk toward the house and as I’m about to reach it the door swings open.
Whip is standing there, eyes wide open as he looks at Izzy. “T, get the fuck out here! Someone call Doc! Now!”
Twisted comes racing into the room and takes one look at me before rushing over. He takes Izzy from my arms and carries her over to the couch.
“Fuck, it’s a damn spiked collar. Shit is digging into her neck. Get me some goddamn bolt cutters!” One of the guys runs toward the garage and that’s when I see the padlock on the collar making sure it wouldn’t be taken off. Twisted is examining her and each revelation echoes in my head.
Her pulse is weak.
Her breathing is shallow.
I can’t wake her up.
I stumble a bit as I get lightheaded.
“Fuck, you’re bleeding a lot,” Whip says. “Sit down. Doc’s going to need to stitch you up again.”
Then everything goes black.
