19. Chapter 18
Kodi
I yank my hands harder, not caring that they can see, twisting them, trying to use the blood to help set them free as I hear the footsteps get closer and Liam's jaw tightens.
My body hurts, my stomach feels like it’s being torn in two, but I won’t lose him, I refuse.
“Fireball,” Liam says softly, but I don’t stop trying to get loose; him being here is the motivation that I needed. He pleads, “Please, baby, stop,” but I don’t listen to him.
They’re going to kill him…
“Where were we ten minutes ago?” Masters asks gleefully, and Liam replies, “You were trying to beat the shit outta me while I was chained up.” I freeze momentarily, looking at Liam, begging with my eyes not to anger him, but the man ignores me, looks directly at Masters, and spits, “Why don’t you unchain me and let's see how you fight one on one!”
Oh god no.
My heart stops when I see Masters with a gun in his hand, and I yank even harder, swallowing the gasp of pain that shoots through my wrists, and I twist as my tears fall, fear for the man I love consuming me.
I need Masters to pay attention to me, I-I can’t lose Liam, I just can’t.
“Get away from him,” I scream as I kick out when Masters stalks closer to Liam, and the man twists his head my way with a smirk as Liam chokes, “Fireball, no.”
“Your dad told me you were mine, he told me I was to marry you, and this fucker touched what was mine, and now he will pay and die a slow death while watching me fuck you and watch you set a murderer free before I kill you,” he sneers, then turns, holding the gun up against Liam, and I tremble as we lock eyes.
Masters fires the gun, making me scream, but Liam doesn’t react, only tensing, and my tears fall hard and fast as I yank harder, not breaking eye contact with my love who is trying not to show the pain I know he feels.
Please, please, please…
“Now you can watch me fuck my girl,” Masters sneers as he gets into Liam's face, whose jaw ticks, and I notice one hand out of his chains that makes my heart stutter.
“Wrong, fucker, she’s mine!” Liam grunts before he lifts his free hand and grabs hold of Masters by his throat.
I struggle even harder when I feel my hands slip slightly through the cuffs, and hope builds as I yank harder, feeling a crack and despite the blinding pain and the scream that wants to erupt, I don’t stop.
Come on…
“If you think, even with a gunshot wound, that I’d let you get near my girl, then you have another thing coming fucker,” Liam grits as he tightens his hold on his neck. Masters struggles and lifts his arm, ready to shoot him again, and I panic as I pull my hands down harder.
I swallow my gasp as I manage to slip them through the cuffs that the idiot didn’t tighten over the last few days, and despite my legs feeling weak and wobbly, despite the pain flitting in my stomach, I stumble and charge towards Masters before he can shoot Liam again.
Liam's eyes widen in shock as I tackle an unsuspecting Masters who grunts as we go down onto the floor with a thump, and Liam growls, “Fuck, Kodi!”
I ignore him as I lean up and, using the palm of my hand, hoping to kill him, I slam him on his nose, pushing it up.
He roars out as he throws me off him and I land with a thud before he stands and kicks me hard in my stomach and I cough out a cry in pain as I spin, Liam's shouts echoing around us.
Masters goes to kick me again but I grab his foot like Liam taught me and pull hard causing him to lose balance and fall onto his back and I don’t think, I scramble for the gun, my fingers just touching it before a hand grips my hair and Masters growls, “You’ll pay for this,” before slamming my head against the concrete and I cry out as dizziness hits just as his fingers go to my soiled panties and Liam shouts, “I’m going to fucking kill you! ”
I struggle against Masters while trying to get my bearings, but before he can drag my panties down, I hear, “Fuck, the MC is here, we’ve got to fucking split!”
“Fuck!” Masters grunts before he slams my head onto the concrete again, then sneers, “I’ll be fucking back, bitch, don’t get too comfortable!” Then, suddenly, he’s gone, and I blink, then blink again hearing the door slam shut, before I slowly stumble to crawl over to Liam.
“Fireball, look at me, baby, let me see you,” he chokes as I cough, tasting blood, and I grab his arm before pressing my hand against his stomach.
“What the fuck did you do?” he breathes as he cups my injured face, and I shake my head as I press harder on his bullet wound with panic, seeing his skin clammy and pale.
“I-I can’t lose you,” I choke, and he grips my cheek harder, lifting my head so we lock eyes.
“And I can’t fucking lose you,” he rasps, and my tears fall.
“We need to get you help,” I croak, the pain in my stomach worsening.
“Knuckles!” I hear shouted as things blur, and he calls, “In here!” and I squeeze his arm tighter, struggling to catch my breath,
“I-I can’t breathe,” I choke, and Liam looks at me sharply, his eyes looking over all the blood, and I cough again, and his eyes widen.
“Fuck,” he curses, then shouts, “Trick!” with panic, his hand gripping me tighter.
“We-we need to get your wound fixed, t-the bull-bullet m-may still be inside y-you,” I stutter, and he snaps, “Fuck my wound!”
I shake my head as we lock eyes, his extremely blurry and I choke, “I-I love you, L-Liam,” his grip tightens as I admit, “If you die, I die,” before excruciating pain hits my lower stomach and I cough as my knees give out, the pain too much to handle, worse than I’ve experienced since being taken and I fall onto my side.
“Fireball!” is the last thing I hear, along with shouting and banging, before everything goes black.