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I don’t know the day count anymore but it’s been a while and I’m not holding onto hope. I’m thinking now it will be a body and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
I don’t want to think that, but my dreams are different now. All I see is Plum dead.
I’m downing my seventh beer, wallowing in this, watching Gage and Noah across the room with Lyra and Zoe. Lyra has put on some weight, and she looks better.
I relayed the information she gave me but by the time that Diablo tried that route, they were gone. He said it looked like someone had been there. He sounded down and maybe this is all weighing us down. Even Ziggy has been reserved. The only club girl at the clubhouse right now is Kaylee. The others I sent away. No one is in the mood to party.
I’m about to take a pull of my beer when the door is kicked open. I go for my gun and then lower it when I see it’s Diablo and he’s carrying something in his arms. Not something, a someone.
“Don’t touch her,” he warns me with a crazed look in his eyes. I step back when Capone steps in front of him.
“Down the hall,” I snap, finally finding my voice.
“Call the doc,” I holler at a prospect, right as Army rushes in with Ranger.
“What happened? Why didn’t anyone call me?”
“We need to board up. There wasn’t any time, we’ve been dodging bullets almost the whole way home. She was looked at in Washington, but it was hell on the road home,” Ranger says.
I go to grab Gage as he rushes down the hall, “Wait.”
“Let me go,” he cries out and I do, I let him go. It is his mom. I have no claim. I think that is what getting to me the most. I would do this for any person, but I want Plum to mean something.
“Where is she?” Dixon snaps as he rushes in.
I just point and sit back down, motioning to the prospect for the bottle of whiskey. I have no idea what I’m doing. And before I take a swig, I get a swift punch to the jaw.
“What the fuck?” Gator yells at me.
“What?”
“You’re out here drowning and she needs you,” he pushes at me.
“Does she?”
“Get your head out of your ass,” he sneers.
I have no idea where these feelings came from. I know I can’t keep her. I know I can’t claim her. She’ll leave as soon as she can. Don’t they always leave?
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
Plum
I can’t move anymore. Both my feet are in pain. Ricardo ordered Nate to hammer them, but something pulled him away before that could happen. Though he did get a few hits in on my face and then my hands.
I listened as the bones broke and my mother cackled the whole time. The only one not present was Sawyer, not that I care. I only care about one thing—death.
After that, I was left for a few days. I’m going insane with the quiet. But I find peace that I’m not being used and abused.
I hear the door open and someone walks into the room, “Food.”
I don’t say anything. I don’t take the food. I spit it back out. I don’t want to eat anymore.
“Your loss,” the man sneers as I hear noises. Yelling and is that gunfire?
“Fuck,” the man starts to leave when I hear grunting and then a growl before a body falls to the floor.
“Fuck,” the new man says. He goes to touch me, and I flinch.
