Page 41 of Havoc
Chapter TwentyTwo
Rock
“I'd die for you
That's easy to say
We have a list of people that we would take
A bullet for them
A bullet for you
A bullet for everybody in this room” - Twenty One Pilots
Wrench said Chrissy’s signal stopped moving about twenty minutes ago and I’ve been a wreck since. When the curve comes into sight and I see a car smashed against a tree I panic. Rushing off my bike I run to the car only to find it empty.
“Where the fuck are they?!” I yell, the sound of my voice echoing off the mountains.
Tracker has his phone out. “Rock, he said the guy had a cabin with the wife. It’s about a mile up the trail.”
“That’s got to be it. I don’t know how our bikes will do on that road. Leave them and tell Wrench we need someone at that address with a truck.” I rattle off and then head for the trail with my brothers following me. Breaking out into a jog I need to get to her. I need to make sure that she’s okay. Something inside of me is saying if something had happened I’d know, I’d feel it.
The cabin comes into view and it’s really quiet. “Colt, Hunt you two go around back. “We’ll take the front door.” They nod and make their way around the house. “You ready for this?” I look over at Tracker and Storm.
“We got your back brother.” Tracker nods at me.
Making our way up the stairs I look in the window and what I see makes me fucking sick. There are two kids on the couch that I’m pretty sure are dead. If this sick asshole shot his kids what could he be doing to Chrissy?
“Fucker killed his own kids, they’re on the couch in there. We need to get in there and her away from him.”
Their eyes go wide at my statement. This is something I never wanted to see.
Opening the door slowly I step into the cabin listening for any sounds of Chrissy or him. That’s when I hear voices in what sounds like it could be a back bedroom. I nod and the guys follow me down the hallway.
The bedroom door is cracked and Chrissy is sitting in the corner. Her legs are stretched out in front of her, and she seems to be completely detached from the sight in front of her.
The maniac is in there with his gun pointed right at her screaming about how she never should have tried to leave him. Fucker has obviously lost his damn mind.
I open the door and when he turns to face me I land three bullets in his chest. He falls to the floor like a ton of bricks and I look over to Chrissy. I expect her to get up and run to him but she doesn’t.
“Babe?”
Nothing.
Walking over to her I crouch down low. Her eyes look at me but it’s like there’s nothing there. “You okay?”
Nothing.
I scoop her up into my arms. “Anyone know when the truck will be here?”
Hunt is on the phone and turns to me. “Pres said they should be here in five.”
I walk her out of the house, holding her so she can’t see the kids as we pass them.
Sitting down on the steps I brush hair out of her face. “Talk to me, babe.”
She doesn’t move. What the hell did he do to her?
