Chapter 13 #2
Duchess’s eyes are begging me not to give in, but I can’t take the chance of what he’ll do to her.
Both of the other men are down and if the two of us weren’t hurt and Samson didn’t have a gun I’d take the chance, but Duchess’s life means more to me than getting one over on Samson.
I move slowly toward them, my hands at my side.
Samson never takes his eyes off of me and my stomach turns when he slowly starts to lick his lips, those eyes still dead, but looking weirdly like they are glowing, probably from his insanity, I think to myself.
“I was promised by your father that I could pick one of you to take as my own pilegesh if I was able to locate where you were hiding. Even the bitch who is my wife, after a few good beatings, was on board, knowing she would be getting a break from my proclivities. Now it’s taken me way longer than I thought it would.
Since the elders you and your sister were promised to have died, I think your father wanted to try to clear his name that was dirtied when you two ungrateful bitches ran away.
Now, my first thought was to take Dorothea.
That was until I saw what she’s done to herself.
What the fuck is wrong with her, putting all those markings on her skin, even up to her neck and face.
It’s disgusting and goes against everything we were taught. The book even states in Leviticus:
‘You shall not make cuts in your flesh for a person (who died). You shall not etch a tattoo on yourselves. I am the Lord.’
“So, guess I’ll settle for you, though we are not going back home.
Not yet, as your father and the elders want us to reach out to some like-minded friends who are just a bit north of here, since your club of whores chased them out of this town.
We’ve been informed that they have the supplies we need to further our cause.
Our numbers have grown, Daneira, and we have a new agenda with the help from our new friends.
Get a large bag and pack it with supplies that will help us on the road.
Remember, it takes only one bullet in this concubine’s head to put this bitch down for good. Now move your fine ass.”
Not sure what I’m supposed to pack, but I grab a huge travel bag and start throwing some tools, paper towels, toilet paper, and napkins from the supply shelving units off to the one side.
Reaching up, I grab three flashlights and some batteries.
Turning I see Samson has his hands up Duchess’s T-shirt while he licks down her cheek.
I see the glint of tears in her eyes and I can only imagine how this is going to fuck her up with her history.
And with this demon, the more he can hurt, the better he feels about himself.
Thinking on what Dottie would do, I clear my throat, glaring at him.
“Take your hands off the whore, Samson, if you ever want to lay a finger on me. I don’t share so try and be worthy of me, you dick.”
He’s watching me with a smirk on his face as his hands drop out of the T-shirt and he shoves my club sister away from his body.
I explain that I need to go to the kitchen and bathroom to grab some more supplies and he just nods.
Something in his eyes isn’t right, and as I turn to walk toward the employee lounge, I hear him tell Duchess to run.
Before I can say a word, he pushes her and as I turn, the fear on her face stops my motion.
As I go to scream for her to get down, Samson’s pushing her toward the door.
When she turns around, he raises the gun and shoots Duchess in the back.
I lose my mind, running toward him, grabbing a wrench from one of the toolboxes.
Before I can reach him, he turns and points the gun at my head.
I stop immediately as he starts to grin.
“Think before you take another step. She might be dead or maybe not. Keep acting out and I will finish her with a bullet to the head. Now go get the rest of the supplies while I clean up your mess. And don’t bring any coffee ’cause that shit you been drinking, we’ve been fuckin’ with and has poison in it.
Dumb bitches just kept drinking that shit day after day.
Fuck she might be dying from poison and me shootin’ her ass will make her death quicker and without pain. Move bitch.”
Looking at Duchess, she’s not moving and can’t see if she’s breathing.
Goddamn this motherfucker, if it’s the final thing I do with my last breath; I will be putting a bullet in his skull.
Moving as quickly as possible, I’m throwing shit into the bag when I hear not one but two shots.
By the time I make it back to the shop, Samson has dragged his two men off to the corner and is dumping gasoline on their bodies.
When he pulls a lighter out of his pocket I scream right before he drops it, setting them on fire.
I pray to Christ they are dead. As he moves to Duchess, the sirens are getting very close, so with a slew of swear words he makes his way to me, grabbing my arm with the duffel bag, pulling me out the side door and around the corner.
That’s where I see a huge SUV. He opens the back end, throwing the duffel in, then picks me up, tossing me in.
When he leans toward me, I go to raise my hands but way too late, as I see his fist coming right for my face.
That’s the last thing I comprehend as his fist hits my temple and the darkness takes me under.