I sit there. Waiting. For a bullet, perhaps.
I know I’m outnumbered. I shouldn’t have made it this far. This ends here.
I just don’t care.
The door slides open and Scar steps out. Slow. Deliberate. With that same amused smirk carved into his face like he’s watching a show.
I swing my leg off the bike, boots hitting the ground harder than intended. My knees threaten to buckle, but I lock them in place.
Stay up. Just a little longer.
“Really, Ruin?” He laughs, gesturing lazily toward the van behind him. “The goods inside aren’t that important to you, are they?”
My vision tunnels, fingers tightening around the gun hanging limply at my side.
I lift it. It feels heavier than it should, like it’s dragging my arm down with it. But I raise it anyway, and I aim right between his eyes.
“Let Charlotte go,” I manage, my voice rough. Barely there.
He huffs out a laugh. “Aren’t you a good little cuck?!”
The word scrapes against something raw inside me. But I don’t bite. Don’t react. Just tighten my grip. “Let. her. go,” I repeat, each word dragged out through blood and grit.
But I can feel the life draining out of me.
My chest tightens.
I’m running out of time.
Take me with you or fucking kill me,I beg soundlessly.
Scar clicks his tongue, eyes dragging down my body. His gaze lingers on the blood soaking through my shirt. “That’s a lot of blood, brother.”
He looks almost impressed. Then he lifts a hand and signals.
All I hear is a shot. And then blinding agony. White-hot pain. explodes through my shin, as I swallow a scream in my throat.
My leg gives out beneath me and I hit the ground hard. Both knees slamming into gravel.
The gun nearly slips from my hand.
Scar’s boots stop right in front of me. I barely register him moving.
A rough hand grips my jaw, yanking my face up as he forces me to look at him. “Well, well,” he murmurs, smiling down at me like I’m something pathetic. Something broken. “Looks like we have another cuck here, boys.”
Laughter echoes somewhere behind him. Distant. Muted.
I’m already slipping away.
Before I can react, a sharp sting in my neck makes me stiffen.
Fuck. A needle.
My body goes heavier in an instant. Everything slows. Sound dulls. Sight dims.
A desperate and broken thought claws its way through the fog before I succumb to the blackness.
Take me with her.
