Olivia
Sunday afternoon, we flew home, meeting Milky at the curb who loaded our bags into the truck. I climbed into the back while he and Doc talked for a second, and pulled out my phone. They finally joined me, and we headed out of the airport. I texted Jasmine, letting her know I’d meet her at the club later and then went through my emails. I needed to shower and eat, not necessarily in that order, but I couldn’t wait to see my girls. It had been a long week.
“You still good for the family night?” Milky asked.
“Yeah,” Doc said. “You up for it, Liv?”
“Yes,” I said. “I just need an hour to sleep and I should be good to—”
A loud crash-bang stunned me as the truck was slammed to the side and glass flew everywhere.
“Hold on!” Doc yelled, not that he had to tell me to do that. I was already gripping the oh shit handle like it was my only lifeline.
The truck was still sliding, and I saw the median rushing toward us at a breakneck speed. “What the hell is going on?” I screamed.
“Goddammit!” Doc bellowed.
“They’re gonna fuckin’ crush us!” Milky snapped, and he suddenly had his gun out and aimed at whoever was driving the other car.
“Liv, get down,” Doc ordered, and I folded my body as small as I could in the back seat just as gunfire exploded.
Everything happened so fast, I had no time to think, let alone react, and I found myself hauled out of the back of the truck and my hands zip-tied behind my back.
I glanced around trying to figure out what the hell was going on, and that was when I saw Doc, unconscious, his face bruised and beaten to shit, and blood pouring from an obvious gunshot wound in his arm. Milky was nowhere to be seen.
“Doc!” I screamed.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” a rough voice growled.
I glanced behind me and my blood ran cold. “Sugar Bear.”
His eyes widened and he smiled slowly. “I see my reputation precedes me.”
“I’m surprised you’re doing your own dirty work. Don’t you typically send men with more balls than you?”
This comment earned me an open-handed slap across the face and his ring cut the corner of my mouth. I tasted blood and tried to wipe it off on my shoulder.
“I’d suggest you keep your mouth shut, or I’ll shut it for you permanently.”
