Chapter Twenty #2
“Not likely, Keaton. See, I’m the one with all the power in this situation,” Dillon says as he pulls a gun from his jeans and I don’t even look at him in fear because if he’s going to shoot me, there’s nothing I can do to stop him.
Especially with my hands tied behind my back.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna take me to pick my son up and I might let you live.
Bridger doesn’t belong with you. He’s my son and will be comin’ home with me. ”
“That won’t ever happen, Dillon. Not only did you sign your rights to him away when he was born, but Nora left everything I need to become his legal guardian.
He’s mine to raise and love while you have nothing to do with him ever again.
It’s not like you were ever around when Nora was alive.
You were never here. She was a single mom to him without ever having you help her.
Even when she first came home from the hospital with Bridger, you weren’t there for either one of them.
In fact, if I remember correctly, you were supposed to pick them up and never showed up as usual.
She had to ride the bus here and then carry everything upstairs to this apartment on her own,” I remind Dillon as he looks down at me with another glare because he knows I’m right despite how high he is.
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talkin’ about, Keaton,” Dillon screams because he knows he has no defense of the truth I just gave him.
“Yes, I do. Nora and I talked almost every single day and I heard her cry over you, listened as she ranted and raged about the pain you caused her. The only thing she never once spoke aloud about is the physical abuse at your hands. That I saw for myself every time she joined me on tour or I came home for a few days on a break. I’ve tried to get Nora to leave you for so long and it was only recently that she chose to make the move away from you.
Something we were going to celebrate because you are such a twatwaffle.
Now I’m gonna tell you what’s about to happen,” I tell Dillon as he starts to laugh his ass off at me like I just told him the funniest joke and we’re friends or something.
“This should be good,” he says while leaning down so he can be closer to me.
“My man is gonna be here sooner rather than later to save me. You won’t ever be safe from him or the club he belongs to.
Bridger will never see you again and you won’t ever come close to him.
He’s my son now. Nora wanted me to have custody of him and keep him very far away from you.
She didn’t want him to suffer at your hands and I won’t let it happen.
Nora’s wishes will be honored to the best of my ability.
The police all know what you’re planning to do and will be watching every single move you make,” I inform Dillon, the largest smile on my face because he won’t ever make me change my stance when it comes to Bridger and where he lives for the rest of his life.
I am his mom now and he’ll never know a damn thing about Dillon if I can keep that information from him.
Dillon doesn’t respond for several minutes as he watches me.
When he steps even closer to me, Dillon points the gun directly at my head.
He presses it against the middle of my forehead and I can feel him shaking as the metal digs into my skin.
Still, there isn’t an ounce of fear filling me because Dillon is either going to pull the trigger and kill me or he’ll get taken out by Ice.
I’m betting Ice will be here to save me before Dillon makes a solid decision one way or the other.
“Go ahead, Dillon. I watched you pull the trigger and kill Nora in front of me. I held her as she bled out and watched on as paramedics tried to save her life while loading her in the back of an ambulance. You’ve pulled that trigger at least once.
Can you do it again? Do you have the balls to kill me?
” I question Dillon with all the rage I’m feeling lace my voice as tears fill my eyes and I stare at het stupid fuck in front of me.
Yes, I understand I shouldn’t be pushing every single button Dillon has, but I can’t find it in me to give a shit about what happens to me right now.
All I can think about is Bridger and what he did to my best friend.
“You really think I won’t pull the trigger, Keaton?
You just said you watched me pull it when I killed Nora.
You’re no better than she is. If anythin’, you’re worse,” Dillon says, digging the metal into my skin deeper and I feel it split open the slightest bit.
I’ll have a bruise and cut there when this situation has been taken care of.
“I’m begging you to pull the fucking trigger, Dillon.
Even then you won’t get Bridger. See, like Nora, I have plans in place and he’ll never be with you again.
I’m not telling you who gets him if something ever happens to me, but he’ll be safe and loved without you,” I tell him as Dillon removes the gun from my forehead and pulls on his hair as he screams out in frustration.
“Shut the fuck up!” he screams, pacing the floor in front of me as he waves the gun around.
I hear a loud bang as my eyes instantly shut in reaction.
I’m waiting to feel the pain somewhere in my body.
The feeling never comes as my eyes open wide and I look down myself to see there’s no new mark on me anywhere.
My eyes move to where Dillon was pacing and I see him laying on the floor in front of me at an odd angle.
I can see his chest rising and falling slowly as I watch him for any signs that he’s faking this shit.
It’s not until I see the pool of blood starting to seep out from under him that I realize he shot himself.
The stupid fuck was so busy waving a loaded gun around while he was high that he didn’t shoot me, it was himself.
“Dillon,” I say cautiously, not sure if he’s still alive or conscious. He doesn’t respond to me at all and his breathing becomes labored as I continue to watch him.
I start to struggle against whatever is holding my arms behind my back.
The cord or whatever it is digs deeper into my skin and I can feel a sharp sting.
New blood starts to coat my skin but it doesn’t make it any easier to escape the bindings holding me hostage.
Somehow Dillon managed to actually do something right.
I don’t think I’ll be escaping this situation without some help.
For now, I’ll have to keep an eye on the bastard in front of me so I can make sure he doesn’t pick the gun back up and fire a shot at me next.
This is not how I planned on spending my day today.