Turning over, I kick at him and manage to land a few to his face, and he lets go.
I crawl across the floor the best I can and reach what I need just as he flips me over. I lift the heavy orange nail gun and pull the trigger, but nothing happens.
He laughs at me. A deep rich laugh that makes his body shake, and my stomach sinks. “Really, Ray?” Falling to his knees, he straddles my hips, slapping my tied arms above my head. I hear the nail gun clank to the floor as his hands wrap around my throat once again. “You think that’s going to save you?”
Panic grips my chest, and I do the only think I can think to do. Feeling around, I touch the nail gun and grab a hold of it and bring it up with all I have, slamming it into his already bloody face. Hard enough to knock him off me. I blink rapidly to clear my watery eyes and look at it in my hands once again. A green light blinks on the side. It has to work. I need …
“Fucking bitch!” He goes to yank it from my hands, but I press the trigger again, and he jumps back, screaming when it makes contact with his arm. “What the fuck?” Pulling his hand away, it’s bloody.
Hope soars that I did it, and I take the opportunity to get to my feet.What did I do different?His wide eyes meet mine, and he charges me. I shove it into his chest and push it again. He stumbles back. His head drops while his hands feel around his chest. Fresh blood slowly starts to seep into his white T-shirt. “Bitch—”
I shove it into the side of his face and press again. He falls to his knees, screaming. If I could smile, I would. Standing behind him, I kick his back, shoving him facedown, and I bend over, pushing it into the back of his head and press the trigger five more times.
There’s a loud sound coming from the gun, resembling a fan. I can barely hear it over the blood rushing in my ears. Taking a second, I stumble back and fall to my shaky knees, tears running down my face along with snot and sweat. He lies there motionless, and I hold my fingers over the trigger, ready to shoot him again if I need to.
I just need a second to regroup. To catch my breath. I’m suffocating with this duct tape on my face.
The front door opens, and I push myself up against the side of the couch as Mike enters.
“Holy shit.” His wide eyes look over his house before they land on me.
I can’t speak.The tape is too thick around my mouth for me to remove, and I’m not letting go of my only weapon. I’m still not even sure how to use it.
“You’re okay,” he says gently, his eyes falling to what I pray is a dead body that lays next to me. Swallowing, he blinks a few times. “I’ll help you.” I allow him to walk over to me. He reaches down to grab my arm, and I shove the end of the nail gun into his and press the trigger.
“Fuucckkkk.” He retreats toward the kitchen. “Motherfucker,” he mumbles, watching a thin line of blood run down his arm.
I pull my legs up to my chest, trying to cover my naked body from him while sniffling.
“I’ll call Colt.” He pulls his cell from his pocket. “Is that okay?” he asks me through gritted teeth.
I don’t nod or shake my head because I can’t. All that matters is that I keep the one weapon I have to survive. He’s going to have to pry it from my restrained hands. And if I have to pull the trigger again, I won’t stop until it’s empty.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
COLTON
THE GUYS AND I stand down in the basement of Blackout when Alex’s cell rings.
“It’s Mike.” He frowns, looking up at me.
What the fuck does he want?None of us ever talk to him.
“Put it on speakerphone,” Finn suggests.
Alex answers and holds it out so we can all hear. “Hello?”
“Hey, man. Is Colt with you?” he asks, sounding out of breath.
“What the fuck do you want, Mike?” I’m not in the mood for him right now. Especially after the morning I’ve had.
He grunts. “I have a situation here at my house.”
“Why the fuck call me?” I demand, watching Tyson cut open a man who is strapped to a metal table. The body not even cold yet.
“Because it involves Raylee.”
I yank the phone from Alex’s hand. “What the fuck do you mean it involves Raylee?” As far as I know, they don’t talk. I know this because I go through her cell sometimes. After what he did to her that night at his party, she’s never cared much for him.
