Nash was still fighting with the second guy who was giving him a good run for his money. Fighting was in Nash’s blood and I’d never seen anyone get the better of him. Whenever I had something that needed to be taken care of with violence, Nash was my man. It was like he zoned out into another state of consciousness, and the punches just kept flying. However, the guy he was fighting was holding his own so I got in there and threw a couple of punches too. After a couple of minutes, I decided to try another tack. I lifted my leg and kicked him fair in the balls. He doubled over and this gave Nash the perfect opportunity to pistol whip him on the head. When the guy finally collapsed face first onto the ground, Nash reefed him up and turned him onto his back. He was semi-conscious and Nash wanted him knocked the fuck out so he kicked him hard in the head. He kicked him a few times and would have kept going except the first guy we knocked down, sat up and took aim, shooting Nash in the arm. The bullet grazed him and slowed him down but didn’t bring him to a complete halt; he had too much adrenaline pumping through him for that. Instead, he turned his attention to the guy that shot him, knocked the gun out of his hand and lunged at him; wielding a punch as he went.
“You motherfucking asshole,” he roared as he finally knocked him unconscious. Turning to me, he asked, “You want me to put a bullet in these assholes?”
I shook my head. “No, they’re out for the count and Blade wants to deal with them himself.”
Stopping to listen for sounds in the house, I realised that I could hear a whimpering sound coming from down the hall; from the direction of Harlow’s bedroom. Fear mixed with adrenaline and I took off in that direction. I was blinded by desperation; nothing would have stopped me from reaching my destination at that moment. When we hit her bedroom, I was sickened by the sight we found. Harlow was gagged, and laid out naked on her bed, her hands tied to the bed above her head, and her feet tied to the bedposts. She was conscious and her terrified eyes locked onto mine, silently begging me to save her. Bullet was straddling her, holding a knife to her neck.
“Fuck,” Nash thundered, and Bullet turned feral eyes on us. In that moment, I fully grasped what a madman he was. I started to move into the room, mentally calculating how the fuck I was going to get Harlow out of this alive.
“Don’t take another fucking step, or I’ll slash her throat quicker than you can blink,” Bullet threatened, pressing the knife harder against her neck. He pressed it hard enough to draw blood, and Harlow whimpered. Her cheeks were damp from her tears and I experienced a pain in my chest that I’d never felt before; like it would fucking explode and my heart would shatter to a million pieces if I didn’t get her out of there.
“Let her go, Bullet, and the coke is all yours again,” came a deathly calm voice from behind me.
Blade.
Bullet madly jabbed his finger in my direction. “Get him the fuck out of here, and we’ll talk.”
“Not fucking happening, motherfucker,” I roared.
“Scott,” Blade urged, “Would be best if you did as he said.” As he said this, he jerked his head at one of his men who had also turned up. The communication between Blade and his man was flawless even without words, and the guy grabbed me from behind and pulled me away from the room. Harlow’s eyes turned wild and her body began violently jerking as she watched me go. I fought it but the guy had a strong hold on me and another one helped him so between them, I had no hope.
The last I saw of Harlow was her fucking terrified for her life; I just hoped that Blade knew what he was doing. If anything happened to Harlow, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill every last fucking man involved.
Chapter 29
Harlow
My father.
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.