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Emmy
Leaving Charlie and the guys behind majorly sucked. Yes, I cried like a baby when we all said goodbye again because that weekend went by way too fast. I won't be able to see them again for another two months, and video chats, phone calls, and texting are just not the same as seeing them in person. As being able to touch them, hold them, make love to them. Luckily, Oliver said he will keep me distracted when I start getting too mopey and he has.
Since we’ve gotten home, Oliver has been spending less time with his brother and father and more with me. He’s convinced his father that it makes more sense for him to look after me and give the other guys a break, because what biker wants to spend all their time babysitting some teenage girl?
Tyson still watches over me too, mostly at night, and always takes shifts whenever Oliver, for some reason, isn't able to.
Oliver and I told his dad and Tyson about my miscarriage of our baby. The look on Steel's face, when Oliver told him was shocking and heartbreaking. Tyson looked just as upset and even hugged me. A real hug, not out of pity.
Steel asked me to show some of his men where our son was buried. They carefully dug him up and gave him a proper burial at the cemetery next to Steel's mother and father. I cried the whole time while they placed him back into the ground. The casket was so small. There was nothing really to bury but the towel I wrapped him in, but it was the symbolism of everything that counted. Oliver held me, as we both cried while the memories of that day came flooding back. We decided that he deserved a name, so we named him Elijah Zander Kingston. Zander is Steel’s real name, and we gave him the last name Kingston because Oliver plans on changing his last name to his father’s once we are all done with school.
Oliver and I spent most of our days roaming around town, doing anything we could think of, taking advantage of the little freedom we had. Whenever Amy and Rick were at work, we’d use every bit of the alone time so we could fuck like bunnies.
We even went back to Reaper's Tattoos and each of us got a tattoo with Elijah’s name. Oliver got his name between angel wings placed over his heart. It was the only spot left with no ink that was big enough. He said he was saving that spot for something important and this was that something. And for me, I got five roses that formed a circle, one for each of my guys, Charlie and myself, with my son’s name in the center, on my upper arm, close to my shoulder.
SUMMER GOES BY FAST and before I know it, it’s already mid-August and school is starting in just two more weeks. I already have my bags packed and everything ready to go.
It's not that I'm eager to leave my new home, because I’ll miss Amy and Rick like crazy. We’ve grown closer these past few months, and I’ve enjoyed every moment with them, but I'm ready to go back so I can see Charlie, Talon and Ben. I need them. I've become so emotionally dependent on seeing them everyday, that if I have to spend any more time away from them than necessary, I'm going to go crazy.
Ed has been spotted a few times over the summer, but he’s a slippery fucker. He’s been bouncing between the surrounding towns, never straying too far, but never keeping to a pattern, so we never know where he is. Mariah has been with him most of the times he has been spotted, so we now know where she's been this whole time. I have no clue when they are finally gonna catch him, but I'd like to be back at school, behind the protected walls of ELP, as soon as possible.
It’s one of those rare days, where I find myself home alone. Well, not really alone, because someone from Phantom Reapers is parked right outside my house. My foster parents are both working and Oliver is doing some MC work with his dad.
I decide that I’ll spend the night snuggled under my covers and just enjoy reading a good book. Thank God for air conditioning. Amy likes to keep the house like an ice box, but it's better than the scorching Alberta summers. The air is so dry, but the A/C makes it a lot easier to sleep at night.
I’m halfway done with the third book in the “Rich Boys of Burberry Prep” series by C.M. Stunich when I hear faint footsteps downstairs. My brows furrow. Rick and Amy aren't due back until ten tonight and it's only eight. Maybe they got off early?
Closing the book, I climb off my bed and head over to the window and look out. My eyes find the motorcycle sitting there, but no one’s around it. Normally, they sit on the curb because sitting on the bike for so long can get uncomfortable, but again no one’s there.
I lean my head out the open window to get a better look. I had to take the screen out, because Oliver has started sneaking into my room in the middle of the night, and he almost broke his neck when he tried to get the screen out of the way on the first night.
All I can see are the street lights casting shadows on the neighbors’ cars parked on the side of the road. Everything seems quiet, only the faint barking of a dog in the distance can be heard.
The steps sound like they are getting closer, and at this point, I know it's not my parents, because none of their cars are in the driveway.
Something’s not right. An uneasy feeling creeps up my spine. Running over to my bedroom door, I lock it before racing back to my bedside table, where my phone is plugged in.
I click on Oliver’s number. 911 doesn't seem to even enter my mind right now. With shaking hands, I hold the phone up to my ear, listening to it ring. The footsteps are in the hallway now as I hear doors opening and shutting, as if the person is trying to find a certain room... or a certain person.
This is one of two things. A home invasion by a random person, or Ed has finally decided to come out of the woodwork and kill me like he thinks I deserve.
Quietly, I make my way into the closet, squatting down in the back corner. After what feels like forever, Oliver’s phone goes to voicemail.
You have got to be fucking kidding me!
Not bothering to try again and waste time, I call 911. “911, what's your emergency?” the dispatcher answers.
Whispering as low as I can, but loud enough for the operator to hear me. “There's an intruder in my house.”
“What’s your address, miss?” she asks and I quickly tell her.
“Alright, miss, are you in a safe place?”
“I'm in my closet, and my bedroom door is locked. Please hurry, I think he might try and kill me.”
“Just stay where you are. Keep calm and don't move. An officer is on his way.”
Keep calm?! Okay, lady, you have a psychopath trying to kill you and see if you can fucking keep calm!
With that, I hang up on her. I know normally they want you to stay on the line until help comes but, if these are my last moments before that deranged man takes me out, I won't be spending it talking to some stranger.
Not wanting to worry the others, I call Oliver again. It goes to voicemail. Cursing my bad luck, I try Tyson this time. He would be the closest person to help me next to Oliver.
The phone rings three times, before he picks up.
“Hello? Emmy, is everything okay?” he asks, his voice raised to speak over the rowdy noise in the background.
“No, I'm not okay!” I whisper yell into the phone. “Someone’s in the house, and the guy guarding me is nowhere to be seen.”
Tyson curses, and I can hear his breathing pick up, like he’s running. “Emmy, where are you?” he asks in a panicked voice.
“I'm in my closet. The door is locked, but whoever it is is outside my door.” I hear the door handle jiggle, then banging on the door.
“Let me in, you little slut!” a booming voice yells from the other side of the bedroom door. “I promise to make your death quick and painless, if you don't put up a fight,” he chuckles darkly.
It’s Ed. I'm so totally and utterly fucked.
“Tyson, he's here. Ed’s here,” I say in a shaky voice, as my panic starts to take over. I don't wanna die. I have too much to live for. I have people I love and my death would destroy them. A wave of nausea takes over as I try, but fail to hold back my tears.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Tyson yells. “I'm on my way, we're on our way! Emmy, I need you to fight. Grab anything you can find and use it as a weapon! FUCK! Why the hell didn't we give you anything to defend yourself with. FUCK!”
The bedroom door bursts open, banging back against the wall. I know I only have seconds until he finds me.
“He’s in the room,” I hoarsely whisper, choking back a sob. “Tell Charlie and the guys I love them,” I cry.
“Emmy, NO! Emmy, what's going on?” Tyson demands.
The closet door is ripped open, and I drop my phone as I shake with fear. One thing I know for certain, I won't be going down without a fight.
“Well, lookie here. It’s the girl who ruined everything! I can't allow you to get away with that. Nope. Come on, you little bitch. You're coming with me. My baby girl wants a few words with you before we dispose of your worthless body,” he sneers, swiping his hand out to grab me, but I sway just out of his reach.
The way he’s standing takes up the whole door. But the gap between his legs should be big enough for me to slip though. Taking my chances, I dive between his legs. Getting up on my hands and knees, I scramble for the baseball bat I keep under my bed. When I started having nightmares about something like this happening, I stashed one there just in case. I never thought about what I'd actually do if this happened, so I was too panicked to grab it before hiding.
Just as my hand is about to make contact with the bat, two hands grip my feet, yanking me backwards.
Flipping over onto my back, I start kicking and screaming, as he tries to grab me again. My foot makes contact with his face and it pisses him off more.
“You stupid little cunt! You're gonna pay for that!” he roars, as he grabs a hold of my head. Letting out one more scream, in the hope that someone outside will hear, he bashes it against the floor. Pain radiates through my skull as a loud ringing in my ear overpowers all my senses before everything goes black.
I'm utterly, totally and completely fucked!
Tyson
THE CLUBHOUSE IS LOUD and rowdy tonight. It’s one of the guy’s birthdays, so it's extra crowded in here. My father is off to officially make Oliver a prospect. He talked it over with Emmy and decided that, once he’s done with school, he wants to be an official part of the club. My father was beyond happy and proud to have both his sons following in his footsteps. It’s a given that someday this will be my MC, and I can't think of anyone better to be by my side than my little brother.
Oliver has adjusted to this type of life pretty fast. The only thing he hates is spending too much time away from Emmy. He doesn't want her here after what happened last time, and we still have no idea where Ed is. It pisses me the fuck off, because I want that man found and dealt with, before he harms Emmy.
Emmy. God, that girl is under my skin and I can't get rid of her.
I just got done fucking Candy, some blonde haired Sweet Butt that wears too much makeup. I needed a release, but just like with that girl at the lake, it doesn’t seem to do much of anything for me. It still feels good, but it's never enough. It never scratches the itch that I can’t seem to get rid of. My dumbass dick seems to want someone else. Someone it's not allowed to have. My dick and my heart need to listen to my head, because she’s not mine. She will never be mine and, the sooner I accept that, the sooner I can move on and go back to normal.
Yeah, that's easier said than done!
Walking through the crowd, I head over to the bar and order myself a drink, when my phone starts ringing. Taking it out of my back pocket, I look at the caller ID. It’s Emmy. She never calls me.
I tell the bartender to hold off on that drink and make my way through the crowd to find a quieter place to answer.
“Hello? Emmy, is everything okay?” I ask, raising my voice a bit to be heard over the roaring sounds of the bar that can still be heard, even by the back door.
“No, I'm not okay!” she yells in a whisper. “Someone’s in the house, and the guy on guard is nowhere to be seen.”
Fuck, something’s wrong, our guy wouldn’t just leave her alone. I rush back into the clubhouse in search of my dad and Oliver. They should be back by now. “Emmy, where are you?” I ask in a panicked voice.
“I'm in my closet. The door is locked but whoever it is, is outside my bedroom.”
I hear noises on the other end of the phone.
“Let me in, you little slut!” a voice yells.“I promise to make your death quick and painless, if you don't put up a fight.”
I’d know that voice anywhere. That crazy motherfucker Ed is there. Where the fuck is our guy? Ed must have done something to him before breaking into Emmy’s house. FUCK!
“Tyson, he's here. Ed’s here,” she says in a shaky voice.
My stomach drops and adrenaline kicks in. I can't let him hurt her. I won't let him take her away from me! From Oliver! I need to get to her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I yell, ramming my fingers through my hair. “I'm on my way, we're on our way! Emmy, I need you to fight. Grab anything you can find and use it as a weapon! FUCK! Why the hell didn't we give you anything to defend yourself with? FUCK!”
I hear the bedroom door burst open on the other end of the line. “He’s in the room,” she whispers, sounding like she's trying not to cry. “Tell Charlie and the guys I love them,” she sobs.
“Emmy, NO! Emmy, what's going on!” I demand, hearing a thud, like she dropped the phone. My thoughts are confirmed when the next words sound further away and harder to hear, but I can still hear them clearly.
“Well, lookie here. It’s the girl who ruined everything! I can't allow you to get away with that. Nope. Come on, you little bitch. You're coming with me. My baby girl wants a few words with you before we dispose of your worthless body,” Ed sneers on the other end of the line.
I yell into the phone, trying to get Emmy to answer, but all I can hear is the sounds of a scuffle and the horrible sounds of Emmy’s panicked cries.
Good! Fight Princess, fight your stubborn little ass off and give us enough time to find you.
The line goes dead. “FUCK!” I roar, tossing my phone at the wall and it shatters into pieces. The clubhouse is dead silent as they stare at me. I must look like a wild animal right now. I’m breathing heavily and vibrating with adrenaline and furry.
My father and Oliver round the corner to see what is going on. “What the fuck is your problem?" my father demands.
“He has her,” I grit my teeth, feeling the defeat trying to overtake me. Immediately they know what I mean. My father bursts into action. Demanding his men to move. Oliver’s face pales as he quickly takes out his phone. I follow him out to our bikes.
“What are you doing?!” I ask.
“You know the ring I gave Emmy for Christmas?”
“Yeah, what the hell does that have to do with anything?!”
“Well, after everything that happened with Ed at the Christmas party, I slipped it off her finger one night and had someone come pick it up to install a tracking device. She doesn't know about it and I don't care. I'll do anything to protect her,” he says, cursing at his phone, demanding the program to work faster.
“That was actually a genius idea,” I say.
“Yeah, well that fucking bastard still got to her! FUCK! I should have been there! I was supposed to be there. If I was, I would have fucking shot and killed that motherfucker right there and then, but NO, now that monster has her. God knows what he’s gonna do to her. Damn, fucking phone, HURRY UP!” he roars. I don't blame him. I'm going out of my mind standing here, waiting to find out where she's at.
“Got it!” he shouts. “Looks like they are en route to an abandoned warehouse not too far from her place,” he says, and we all kick into gear, climbing on our bikes.
“The one on Piller street?” I ask.
“That’s the one.”
“All right, Phantom Reapers, we have a girl to save and a traitor to handle, let's roll!” my dad yells, as he revs up his bike, taking off down the street. Oliver and I follow suit.
Hold on, Princess, we’re coming.
Emmy
AGONIZING PAIN CONSUMES my brain, as I drift in and out of consciousness. My whole body hurts, feeling like I’ve been hit by a bus.
Trying to get my thoughts together, I fight to stay awake as the questions What happened? and Where am I? replays in my mind on a loop.
A musty smell fills my nose as my lungs struggle to accept air.
“Good, you're awake!” a cheery feminine voice chirps. “I thought we would have to kill you before I got to have my fun.”
Forcing my eyes open, I attempt to take my surroundings in, only everything is hazy. All I can make out is that we’re in some kind of room. Based on how this person's voice echoes around the room, I'm guessing a warehouse of some sort.
Squinting my eyes, they eventually land on the person who's talking as my head pounds like it's in between a pair of cymbals.
When the person comes into view, I see that it's Mariah, the crazy bitch.
“What do you want with me?” I rasp out, my throat feeling like I swallowed glass.
“What do I want with you?” she laughs. “You're a problem that needs to be eliminated, and I plan to do just that.”
“Look, I'm sorry for what I did to your face, but I don't think that justifies killing me,” I croak, as I struggle to keep my eyes open. I need to stay awake, or I’ll never get out of here.
“You took my man!” she screeches. “If it wasn't for you, Oliver and I would be married by the time he's done with school. He would have joined the MC and provided everything for me. I would have been set. You stole everything from me!”
What the hell is this nut job going on about? How can I steal someone from another person when they were never theirs to begin with. And here I thought Brittany was the craziest bitch there is... guess not! I know I need to choose my next words carefully, not wanting to make my situation any worse than it already is.
“I’m sorry. If he’s that important to you, you can have him. No guy is worth dying over,” I say. Lies. If it’s a matter of Oliver or me, I will volunteer every time.
She lets out a humourless laugh. “Like I'm supposed to believe you’re just gonna give up a guy like Oliver?”
“If it means I get to live, yes.”
Another lie.
“It doesn't matter what you say, you're not leaving here alive. You're still the enemy's daughter. Don't worry, I'll be sure to comfort Oliver nice and good for you after you're gone,” she purrs as she stalks closer to me, knife in hand.
Becoming more alert, my breathing starts to pick up. “What are you gonna do with that?” My voice trembles.
“Kill you of course, silly,” she says in a sickeningly sweet voice.
“Please, he’s yours. Just let me go! I'll leave and you will never have to see me again,” I beg. I really hate begging, but I mean the psycho’s got a knife, and I'm unable to defend myself while I’m tied to a chair.
“Would you just shut up!” she screams, back handing me across the face. My head whips to the side, and my brain rattling in my skull only causes the pain from before to worsen.
“Lies! All lies. But that doesn't matter. YOU don't matter!” she spits in my face.
“For the love of God, Mariah, would you just end the little skank so we can get the fuck out of here before they come for her?” Ed snaps, as he reveals himself from the shadows.
“Fine!” she snarks back. She gets into my face as her lips grow into a creepy as hell Willem Dafoe smile from... well, pretty much any of the movies he’s acted in.
“Time to play,” she giggles, as she rams the knife into my thigh.
An earth shattering howl rips out of my throat from the excruciating pain, as it slices into my leg like warm butter. Blood starts flowing around the knife, puddling on to the floor below.
I must have gone into shock or something, because I can't stop screaming.
“Ouch,” she pouts, letting go of the knife as it stays lodged in place, so that she could plug her ears. “You're hurting my ears. That's not very nice.”
She grabs something out of her pocket and shoves it into my mouth, muffling my cries of pain.
She keeps going, babbling on with her crazy talk while withdrawing and plunging the knife into the other leg, and then into my side. My body starts to go numb from the pain. Unable to struggle anymore, I feel myself grow weaker and weaker. My sounds of protest die as my body starts to slip into unconsciousness, and my last thoughts go out to my guys and Charlie. I really wish I could have seen any of their smiling faces, just one more time before I go. I love you guys...
A commotion behind Mariah distracts her from the hellish torture she's putting me though.
Sluggishly, I pry my eyes open. My brain is trying to process that Tyson is here and viciously attacking Ed. He shows him no mercy as he lays blow after blow into Ed’s face and stomach. Ed tries fighting back, but he's no match for Tyson. Tyson’s younger and way more fit, as he fights with an abandon that makes my heart clench.
Ed stumbles over his own feet and falls to the ground. Taking advantage of the mishap, Tyson pulls out his gun, pointing it at Ed’s chest.
Ed raises his hands as he lies on the ground. “Come on, Ty, you don't wanna do this. We're family. You wouldn't kill family, would you?” Ed pleads.
Tyson lets out a harsh, cruel laugh. "You're not my family! You're just a waste of space that's been dragging the MC down for years now. I know you've been stealing from the people you call your "family". You call Emmy the traitor? From where I stand, the only traitor is you!" Tyson cocks his gun. "And what do we do with traitors?" Tyson asks, taunting Ed.
When Ed doesn't answer Tyson, he gets in his face, putting the barrel of the gun against his forehead and yells, "Answer me!"
Eds trembling now, like an addict coming down from a high. Hell, he probably is.
"We bury them," he clenches his jaw.
Tyson's face morphs into a murderous smile. "Bingo!" he says, then pulls the trigger, shooting Ed right between the eyes, causing blood to splatter onto Tyson's face.
If I wasn't on the brink of death, I probably would have jumped at the sound, but my senses are shutting down. Actually, let me rephrase that, my everything is shutting down.
"No!" Mariah cries, as Tyson kicks her father for good measure.
"Please, the world is better off without this sack of shit," Tyson scoffs.
Oliver comes into view behind Tyson. His own gun raised and pointed directly at Mariah’s head.
Her eyes snap from her father’s dead body and up to Oliver, tears pouring down her face.
"Mariah, I'm gonna need you to step away from Emmy," Oliver says, a steady voice hiding his fear. His eyes rake over my bloody body and his face pales.
Mariah jumps up, darting behind me. "NO!" she shouts, as she grabs a fist full of my hair, jerking my head back to place the blade of her knife against my neck.
"Why?!" she sobs. "Why couldn't you just pick me? Then all of this could have been avoided."
"Then let's go, me and you. Let her go and we can walk out of here together and never look back," he says.
I'm not hurt by his words. I know he loves me and that he's only saying these things to get her to back off.
"Stop lying to me!" she screeches back, unfortunately not falling for Oliver's words. "As soon as I move away, you're gonna shoot me. I know I'm as good as dead. But at least this way I can take her with me and make you suffer too," she sobs, pushing the blade harder into my neck. I can feel a sting as the warm trickle of liquid drips down my neck. But it doesn’t bother me. I've already lost too much blood and my body has gone numb to everything around me, as I start to drift away from reality.
There’s a loud bang followed by a thud and then a clatter, as the blade slips away from my neck, hitting the floor.
Footsteps pound against the concrete as Oliver and Tyson rush over to me.
"Emmy, Baby," Oliver's voice is laced with panic. "Firefly, open your eyes for me. Look at me, please!" he sobs. "I can't lose you again. You need to stay awake until we get to the hospital," he shakes me a bit before patting my cheeks and taking the gag out of my mouth.
I pry my eyes open, wanting to get one last look at my best friend, the love of my life. Oliver gives me a teary smile. "There she is. Just keep those pretty brown eyes on me, okay? I can’t live without you either, so you need to stick right here on Earth with me," he whispers insistently.
He bends down and hands something to Tyson. "Here, cut her arms loose and I'll untie her legs." Oliver takes his shirt off, ripping strands off before tying them tightly around each of my thighs.
If this was any other situation, the sight of his naked torso would have made me wet right now, but sadly, I can't even enjoy this one last time.
When Tyson finishes cutting me loose, Oliver wraps one arm around my back, sliding the other under my legs and lifting me to his chest. He starts to carry me out of the building, and I feel my eyes drift shut. I can't keep them open anymore, not even for him.
"Fuck! She can't keep her eyes open. Where's that fucking ambulance?!" Oliver shouts.
"It's on its way. Breathe, brother. She's gonna be okay. She's a strong girl, you've seen that. She made it through every hardship in life and she's gonna make it out of this one too," Tyson says, though his tone doesn't sound very convincing.
"Just hold on, Firefly. Help is coming. Just hold on, I’m right here beside you," he whispers, kissing my forehead. "I'll follow you to the ends of the Earth, Baby Girl, remember that. I will always be by your side."
That is the last thing I hear before the darkness claims me.