Chapter Twenty-Two Samantha

After the door slammed shut behind Bishop, I calmly went about putting my clothes back together. Once I finished, I collapsed down into my chair. Placing my head in my hands, I began to cry with abandon. Harsh sobs tore through my body with such intensity I didn’t know if I would ever recover.

I didn’t know how long passed, perhaps five minutes or maybe ten. I was too lost in my grief to notice. In some ways, it felt like losing Gavin all over again. As if I was somehow destined to always lose the ones that I loved to the MC world.

At the creak of the door, I kept my head buried. “Give me five minutes, Tompkins. Then you can walk me out.”

“You’ll make time for me now,” a raspy voice said from the doorway.

I snapped my head up. Although I’d only seen pictures of him from his file, I knew without a doubt that it was Eddy Catcherside.

“Where’s Tompkins?”

With a vicious sneer, Eddy said, “I’m afraid that Tompkins is indisposed. Indefinitely.”

While my mind wanted to spin in a hundred different directions, I worked to keep my focus. My life depended on it. There was nothing else I could do for Tompkins, but I could save myself. In the top right drawer of the desk was a gun, and I needed some way to get to it.

“Agent Vargas, I can’t allow you to testify for the Raiders. They have to go away, and I have to get access to their gun trade. But first, you have to go away.”

He raised his hand to reveal a knife with a long blade that caught the light. When I started to reach for the desk drawer, he dove at me.

Frantically, I struggled to open the drawer and get the gun. Before I could, the knife pierced me in the arm. A scream tore from my lips with the onslaught of pain. I didn’t have time to recover before he stabbed me again in the chest and then in the stomach.

In agony, I collapsed onto the floor and tried to block some of Eddy’s hits. But I began to grow weak and soon couldn’t lift my arms.

It was then I heard a shout from the doorway. As hard as I struggled to keep my eyes open, it was futile, and I felt myself slipping away.

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