Chapter Thirty Deacon
You know the old cliché that says that your life flashes before your eyes before you die? Well, in the last three days, I’d stared down the sins of my past twice.
Once when I was knocked onto the forest floor from the impact of the blast that took out Case.
Then the other when I was chained to a bed and forced to watch the woman I’d come to love more than life itself walk out of the room to an uncertain fate.
I don’t know how long I screamed behind that gag.
I never fully grasped what a helpless feeling it is not to be heard.
As I tried pushing myself up on the bed, the metal of the cuffs sliced into my wrists, sending blood trickling down my arms. Over and over again, I jerked my arms, hoping the rails would break, but the damn things might as well have been reinforced steel.
Finally, I resorted to throwing myself back against the bed, which banged the headboard against the wall.
A sheen of sweat covered my body as I banged and banged.
When the door flew open, a red faced Bishop stomped in, his face buried in some mechanical manual.
“Dude, would you pipe down? I’m trying to study for my exam. ”
When he finally looked up, the manual clattered to the floor. His mouth dropped open almost as far as his eyes widened, and if the situation hadn’t been so serious, I might’ve laughed at his expression.
He jerked the gag away from my mouth. “What the fuck happened to you?”
“Alexandra,” I growled.
“What did you do? Get ready for some kinky sex and piss her off? Man, she’s a feisty one.”
“Just get the fucking keys out of the nightstand and get me out of these.”
Bishop started rifling through the top drawer. Finally, he produced the key. Once I was out of my metal prison, I grabbed a towel off the floor. Pressing down on my wrists, I tried to stop the bleeding.
“You gonna tell me what the hell happened?” Bishop pressed.
“I need to find Alex. ASAP. You think Archer can put a tracer on her phone?”
“Archer went with Alex when she left half an hour ago.”
“Fuck!” I growled, as I threw open the bedroom door. I stalked down the hall to the bathroom. While I wrapped my wrists in ace bandages, Bishop eyed me suspiciously.
“What’s going on?”
“I don’t have time to explain. I need to find Alex. Now.”
“Tell me why she handcuffed and left you?”
“Alex lied to me about her meeting with Sigel. She didn’t tell me that he had asked for the cut.”
Bishop’s brows furrowed. “Why would she do that?”
“Sigel ordered Alex to bring him the cut. When I found out what she was going to do, she handcuffed me to the bed, so I couldn’t go with her.”
“You’re fucking kidding me!”
“I wish.”
“Where is she now?”
“She had this parent’s night thing at the school. I don’t know if she was meeting him afterwards…” Then it hit me. Sigel would want a safe place to get the cut—a place with a lot of people and witnesses to foil any retaliation the Raiders could plan. “Fuck. He’s meeting her at the school.”
I raced out the door with Bishop close on my heels. All I could think of was getting to Alex. Damn stubborn fool that she was. I hoped to hell I wasn’t too late.