That’s what I was thinking of as I was lying naked and tied to a bed, with a psycho on top of me and a knife to my neck. My life flashed before my eyes and the only good thing I could think of was that I would get to see my father in heaven after this asshole murdered me.
When they dragged Scott away, I felt like my life truly was over. They’d taken Nash at the same time so I was left with Blade. I had no idea how he’d gotten mixed up in all of this. All I knew about Blade was that he was Madison’s half brother and seemed okay whenever I’d made him coffee and chatted to him. But whether he had it in him to save my life? I had no clue. And that scared the ever loving shit out of me.
Blade moved into the room, and his presence filled the room. “You need to get the fuck off her, Bullet, if you want me to back off the coke.” His voice was commanding and there was a tone there that screamed authority. I made eye contact with him; his eyes were cold but when they hit mine, they softened and I saw the warmth there. The fear and uncertainty swirling in my gut eased in that moment.
Bullet pulled the knife away from my neck and moved off me. Facing Blade, he snarled, “And why the fuck would I believe anything you say?”
Blade shrugged. He was so cold and calm, and I decided that I’d never want to get on his wrong side; I’d be more afraid of him than Bullet, and that was saying something. “Scott’s my brother, and she’s his woman. I don’t need the coke to survive; I think you’re aware of that fact. So, if I have to choose between the two, I choose her life.”
Bullet thought about it and settled it in his mind. “I’ll take that fucking deal but if you break your word, I’ll go on a killing rampage like you’ve never seen before, and you’ll be my first port of call. Right after I fuck her and make sure her death is a long and painful one.”
I flinched at his threat. Fear sliced through me and I prayed to God that Blade would keep his end of the bargain.
Blade nodded once. “Good. Now, get the fuck out of here,” he commanded in that deep, frightening voice he had.
I watched frantically while Bullet left the room. When he’d finally exited and I could no longer see him, I let go of the control I’d employed throughout the ordeal. I wanted to scream, kick and punch all in one go but I couldn’t. Instead, I started shaking and sobbing, and struggled to catch my breath as my breathing became erratic.
Blade moved towards me and pulled a knife out. He cut the ropes that had bound me to the bed and removed the gag from my mouth. Then he took the sheet and covered my body. His movements were all gentle and deliberate. He was safe; I knew it in that instant. He would never hurt me.
He sat on the bed beside me. “You need to know that everything’s going to be okay. The threats that Bullet made towards you will never eventuate because he will be taken care of. He won’t be walking this earth long enough to carry those threats out. Do you understand?”
Words failed me so I nodded.
“Good.” He stood back up and moved to leave the room. He turned at the door and said, “Scott will be in in a minute.”
And then he was gone. I took a long deep breath and attempted to get my breathing and shaking under control. Right now, I needed Scott more than I’d ever needed anything.
Chapter 30
Scott
I found her huddled under the sheet, her tear stained face was all that was visible. Thank fuck Blade had covered her up. She slid her eyes to mine and what I saw there nearly fucking killed me.
A moment later, I sat on the bed next to her, and just after that she was in my arms; clinging to me and crying. “He touch you?” I asked; I needed to know, because if he had, there was no way I was letting Blade be the only one to fuck him up.
She shook her head vigorously. “No.”
“Thank fuck,” I muttered, although it was a small mercy considering everything else he’d put her through.
“Scott, Lisa’s outside waiting in the car. You need to go and make sure she’s alright.”
Fuck. This was why I was falling for Harlow; in a moment where most women would buckle from what they’d just been through, she was more concerned for someone else’s safety.
“No, she’s safe. I’ve got someone with her.”
“Thank God,” she said, the concern washing off her face.
I reached up and gently wiped the tears from her eyes. “I’m so sorry, baby. This is all my fault.”
She nodded and then asked, “Remember when I said that I could handle your shit?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, if you feel the need to hurt those assholes, and when I say hurt, I mean so that they can never threaten another woman with that, you need to know that I can handle that shit, baby.”
Fuck me. Blessed. That’s what I was.
“Good to know. Because I’ll be making damn sure that they’ll never hurt another person. Now sweetheart, we need to get you cleaned up.”
She nodded in agreement, and I helped her into the shower. The deep burning hatred I had for Bullet was consuming my thoughts, and I hoped to hell that Blade was making him suffer.