Cedric stubbornly shakes his head no, “Look man, just let us go. Better yet, let her go and just have me.”
Xander laughs, “Why would I do that?’
“Because out of the both of us, it’s me that caused all the trouble,” he starts to get the attention on him.
What are you doing? The plan is to get us both out of here.
I start to wonder where the club is, hoping that they’re not far behind. But the more we stall and talk, the less chance of survival at this rate.
“You know what, I'm tired of the mouthiness,” he points the gun at me, aiming for my chest.
What is it about guns or the fear of life that finally the fear starts to sink in? The fact that you put up a mask, hiding the true nature of your emotions.
“Please, don’t,” Cedric pleads, fighting against the hold. Xander’s cruel, evil smirk darkens as he goes to pull the trigger. I straighten up, if I’m going out, I’ll go out without the Falcons thinking I’d scream or fight. They won’t get that out of me.
Cedric pulls and knocks himself out of the man’s grip. As soon as the gun is fired, he jumps in front, launching himself in the air. He lands himself on the ground, his body impacting the hard hit. I don’t see him move, laying there without a sound.
“Fucking bastard moved on me, well Lottie, looks like it’s your turn,” he nods to the man bringing me down to my knees.
They say good memories can flash before your eyes, as if the movie will not end at the credits. Staring at the barrel of a gun at your forehead, my reasonings for this moment now, is going to be worth it in the end. Even if it means that heaven is going to welcome the newest angel or hell’s newest demon. Even if it means letting your loved ones you are protecting live on without you. I never picture my death being at the hands of someone else.
Love will make you choose them before you, and for me, I would not have it any other way. I stand by my choice even now as the blood from a head wound pours down the side of my face, I will not shed tears for I have regrets I don’t have. I am trying to hang on to some hope he will find me, but part of me does not want him to see this. He’s been through so much, they both have. I need him to be there for Finn when I am not able to.
“You should have known your place bitch. Not to dig up things you don’t know, sticking in business where you don’t belong,” the barrel pressing harder onto my head. I have peace, I’m not scared. That’s what they want. I don’t look into his eyes, not giving him the power, showing no weakness. Cedric’s laying there, lifeless. I can’t tell if he’s breathing. He tried to save me, he tried to right the wrongs.
“Death is too good for you. If only your man was here to see your last dying breath,” my grim reaper says to me, wrapping his hand within my hair. Then with a wicked smile and silent prayer in my head to respond one last time.
“To die will be an awfully big adventure,” quoting one of the stories that filled me with hope and imagination through the years. One that Finn will always love, my little dreamer, high flying boy. The clicking of the gun, the last sound that will haunt my ears. I close my eyes, waiting to accept death’s final caress.Fais de beaux rêves.
But then the sound of a gun rings out, and my body jolts.Followed by a few additional shots and something hitting the cold ground. A wet substance splatters across my face. When I open my eyes, Xander’s stunned face becomes still and falls to the ground.
“Angel,” a pair of strong arms wraps me in a tight hug.
My devil.
Chapter 51
Keola
Iran.Atthemoment, I didn’t care about my bike, not worrying about the kickstand or if it was still running or anything else. As soon as we got to the docks I busted through the gates, again not caring about any of my own injuries or anything else. I had one thing in mind and I wasn't stopping until she was back.
I could hear the distant yelling of my brothers to tell me to stop, screaming that they needed to come along. I wasn't waiting on them, I wasn't going to give the Falcons a chance to have any more precious time. My hope is that Charlotte would be holding out, taking her time to allow us time to get to them.
We should have ended them a long time ago and none of this would be happening. It seems we put our women in more danger than good. It doesn't help that the women go looking for danger because they have a one track mind in protecting and serving their community.
We protect our own.That statement is haunting me, reminding me that there should have been more done to give her that protection, to give Cedric that protection.
I ran through different paths passing many containers weaving itself into a pattern into a maze. It wasn't until I saw Tavers and Benny walking out near an empty warehouse or what we thought was an empty warehouse. They had gone into their trucks and had driven off and half of my mind wanted to follow them and put a bullet in their heads possibly ending it for all.
The heavy footsteps of my brothers taking their time and catching up with me was a welcoming sight. Because I can promise myself one thing, I wasn't going to give anybody any more chances. I rather have the blood of my hands than anybody else's..
We ran to the other side of the warehouse. The visual that filled my eyes, I was in shock and horror. To the side it looked like Cedric laying there not moving his body not breathing. Charlotte held down to her knees looking up at Xander who is having a hard time still standing. He had the barrel of the gun to her head telling her that death was too good for her.
And my girl put on a brave face and was about to welcome her fate saying that death would be a big adventure, a quote from her favorite story and Finns. My heart clenched in my chest and I wasn't until I charged, raising my own gun and firing that I protected.
They weren't going to take her away from me, not if I had anything to do with it. The loud ringing of the firing gun echoed within the warehouse. Jackson and Joaquin had come behind me firing off their guns at the men that were standing behind Charlotte. their bodies hitting the floor plopping down behind her. I ran to her knowing that my brothers would cover me in case anybody else were to show up, her face smeared with the scattered blood from Xander. Her green eyes start to open up, they start to soften as they see who is in front of her.
“Angel,” I say, gathering her in my arms making it known to both of us that she was alive and I had found her.
