Chapter Five
I groaned as I woke up, rolling over and staring at the ceiling.
For a second, I thought I was in my own bed, not that I knew where my own bed was anymore, given how many I’d moved around to in the last few weeks, but it past quickly when I heard the sound of voices from beyond the bedroom door.
Loud voices. I needed to use the bathroom again, but I wasn’t sure whether I should bring attention to myself right now.
I sat up and looked around. It was still impossible to figure out what time of day it was, but I’d slept long enough that I was sure it was a new day.
So I’d been gone at least overnight now.
I wondered what everyone would be thinking.
Would they believe I was dead? How were they reacting to what happened.
I was certain Warren would be tearing his hair out, especially given Connor…
I tried not to imagine it but I kept thinking about whether he had seen it coming, or if they’d taken him by surprise.
He would have been so shocked, seeing two people he trusted attacking him like that.
Not to mention the flashbacks it must have given him to the previous attack, or the pain he must have felt.
God, I didn’t even know if he was dead or alive. From the few short seconds I had seen him as I was losing consciousness, there had been so much blood.
The lock on the door clicked and I lifted my head watching as the door pushed open.
I jumped to my feet when I saw who had come in.
Lily had a smug look on her hideous face and looked nothing like the way I’d known her.
Nor was she dressed like the good little Christian girl I’d always seen her as in her dresses and cardigans.
She was wearing skintight jeans, with heeled boots. A thin beige sleeveless sweater over it which looked like it was made of cashmere, with a black choker around her neck. She looked like she reeked of money. Who the fuck was this person?
Now I was over the shock at seeing her, I took stock of the situation.
She was sneering at me. It was obvious she wasn’t here to chat.
I’d seen how drastically she’d changed at the house, bossing Omen around.
I kept quiet, my eyes tracking her as she came inside and shut the door.
She leaned back and folded her arms over her chest. Where the fuck was Mace?
Not that I needed him to protect me from this bitch.
“Do you know how long I had to hide out in that clubhouse, acting like some holier than thou little Pollyanna?”
“Cry me a river.”
She laughed. “I’m so glad I’m finally able to walk away from those vermin and never have to set foot in that place again. You all disgust me.”
I tried really hard to school my irritation.
Did she think the Kingsmen were any better?
Although the more I looked at her, the more I tallied up the changes in her, the more I started to wonder if she was with the Kingsmen.
Or Danica. It made more sense that she was working for Danica now that I thought about it.
Danica had said she couldn’t rely on men to get the job done.
Was that what she meant? She’d got Lily to finally pull the trigger on taking me?
“I had a job to do and I did it. I only wish I’d done it sooner instead of spending months there, waiting for them to bring you back to New Jersey.”
I wanted to lash out at her, ask what the hell she meant but with just that one sentence she had given me a lot of information. Danica had put Lily there for over a year and the plan all along had been for her to wait for me to show up. That didn’t explain why she hadn’t acted straight away.
I decided to play on the part she had. She’d been married to Omen, and he’d gone along with her when she took me. “You know they won’t let him get away with betraying them. I hope you’ve got him hidden well.”
“Do you think I give a shit about Omen?” she looked at me like I was stupid. “I hated every second I was with that asshole. I hated looking at him and touching him.”
“You married him,” I breathed out, wondering what the fuck kind of idiot was this girl that she had gone so deep she’d married someone.
“He was a means to an end. I got you here didn’t I.”
“Not without needing help from that asshole and a syringe full of drugs,” I hitched a shoulder in a shrug. “You needed both of those things because you’re a weak little bitch.”
“I don’t really give a shit what you think,” she looked at her nails as if she was bored. “You think you’re going to get out of here?”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I did the only thing I knew would piss her off, I kept my mouth shut.
“You have no clue what is going on do you?” she laughed
My blood boiled and it took everything in me not to rise to it.
But the longer I looked at her, the harder it got, because she was in the kitchen with Connor.
She knew what happened to him. That was enough to force me to my feet.
Lily straightened away from the door and her hands dropped.
She realised the mood in the room had changed.
“If only you knew the things I do,” she laughed again, and it sounded like something out of a nightmare. “But let’s face it, you’re not important.”
“What happened to Connor?” I asked.
I didn’t care about her bad guy monologue, she was just like Danica in that regard. If she was only going to taunt me, without actually telling me why she was here, I wasn’t about to sit through it.
She gave me a look that had my insides tearing up, it was so fake, the condescension was dripping out of her. I wanted to beat the shit out of this bitch.
Lily shook her head, gave me a fake sad smile.
“I know you think Hustle is going to come riding in here like a white knight, or your brother, will save the day,” she scoffed.
“But that isn’t happening. Do you think you’re going back there?
You won’t have anything to run back to anyway,” she sneered.
“The Kingsmen are going to kill them all,” she narrowed her eyes, a look of pure evil crossing her features. “Just like I killed Connor.”
All sound around me ceased, air whooshed through my ears. A terrible fiery pain tore through my chest, like nothing I’d ever felt before, not even through the ordeal with Andrew Reinhart. I’d never felt anything like this. Pure rage mixed with complete and utter heartbreak.
“Omen thought subduing him would work but I knew better. He wouldn’t give up and he’d let people know it was us before we got off the compound, so I took one of those knives I’d spent countless months making food for the fucking spawn of those assholes and I stabbed him. Over and over and-”
She didn’t get chance to finish. All I cared about was getting at this bitch. She wasn’t expecting it, so when I ran at her, she didn’t even have time to get her hands up to defend against my punch. I hit her in the cheek so hard that her head snapped back and rebounded off the wall.
She screamed and tried to get away, but I slammed my hands into her chest, pushing her against the wall. I wrapped a hand around her throat and punched her in the stomach. I thought she might have been screaming but I couldn’t hear anything except the sound of water inside my head.
Lily kept trying to scramble away, her nails clawing at me where I held her around the throat but all I could see was Connor lying on the kitchen floor. I’d held out hope he was okay, that someone would get to him in time but this cunt wasn’t lying. She’d been far too gleeful.
Connor was gone.
I put my other hand around her neck and started strangling her. She was getting her wits about her now though and her frantic struggling became more focused. She punched me in the side, making me lose my grip.
“You fucking bitch!” she shouted. “Stop it!”
I grabbed onto her top and yanked on it, so hard the fabric tore.
She started batting at me, neither of us able to land a solid punch.
So I kicked her, right between the legs, as hard as I could.
That wasn’t just a shot that felled men.
She howled in pain and dropped to the floor, holding between her legs.
The door burst open behind her and Mace appeared, looking like he was about to kill one, or both of us. I bellowed in anger as I was lifted off the ground and spun away from Lily. His arms around me were like bands of steel but it didn’t stop me kicking, fighting, and trying to get free.
“Get out of here, now,” Mace had a loud commanding voice, it wasn’t a shout but an order and from the tone, one that shouldn’t be ignored.
“I’ll fucking kill you,” Lily spat, she was breathing heavily, tears running down her cheeks. I took great pleasure in seeing how fucked up her perfect face was right now.
“Try it, you bitch,” I fired back over his shoulder.
“Jesus,” Mace groaned. “Kristy, get your ass out of here.”
Kristy? Her name isn’t Lily? She was down on the ground, one hand on her stomach, the other between her legs. I hope I’d broke her fucking uterus.
“You think you can get away with that?” she snarled up at me, looking through strands of her hair that had fallen over her face. “She’ll kill you.”
“Danica?” Now it was my turn to laugh. “Yeah, she’s already said she doesn’t want any harm coming to me, maybe it’ll be you she kills.”
Lily, or Kristy, staggered to her feet. I struggled in Mace’s arms but he was like a solid wall of muscle, I had no way of breaking free.
“Both of you, shut the fuck up!” Mace shouted. “Don’t make me tell you again. Get. Out.”
There was no arguing with that tone. It was the kind of tone my father affected when he was pissed off with someone.
It was the way he had spoken to Tanya a few days ago.
I’d thought King was actually going to hurt Tanya that day.
I didn’t know Mace, I had no idea how this was going to go but I held still in his grip.