Mercy (Sin City Outlaws #2)(39)

“Oh, there will be hurt, there will be lots of pain, Zeeky boy.” Orlando rams the end of his gun into Zeek’s side, making him cough in pain.

“Stop,” I croak, trying to lift myself from the shoulder I’m on but fail miserably. My world spins with the effort, my surroundings darkening as everything goes black.



Zeek



JILLIAN’S LIMP BODY BOBS and jerks as they leave, my wrist bleeding and bruised as I yank and pull on the cuffs attached to the f*cking bar. The side of my shirt is soaked with blood from the stitches being torn open, but I could care less about any of the pain. The only thing I feel is the rage and fear growing in my chest. It’s f*cking unbearable.

“JILLIAN!” I scream, hoping she can hear me.

“Get me out of these f*cking cuffs!” I roar, pulling as hard as I can.

Everyone is still zip tied or handcuffed, they didn’t let any of us loose.

“Wait, I think I almost got it,” Bobby says, pulling his feet up to his hands. He’s on his belly, his hands and feet zip tied.

He pulls at his pant leg, and pulls out a knife. He releases his legs with a deep sigh, and starts working on getting his body to roll over so he can sit up. He rocks, bending his knees awkwardly.

“Come on!” I demand, my eyes flicking between the door and him. I’m never going to know which way they went if he doesn’t hurry the f*ck up.

“Why didn’t they take you, too?” Bull questions.

“I don’t f*cking know,” I huff. Actually I do, but to say it out loud scares the f*ck out of me. Frank is using her against me, he has a plan for her.

“Got it,” he groans as he begins to saw at the restraints. I continue to pull and clank the metal against the pole attached to the bottom of the bar, anchoring it to the floor. Praying the cuff will break, but it doesn’t even dent.

Bobby gets up and saws at Bull’s zip ties next. I roll my eyes and continue to beat the f*ck out of the cuffs against the pole.

Finally, he has his President free and makes his way over to me, only to be stopped mid-step.

“Bobby, go get the saw cutter,” Bull orders before making his way over to me and grabbing at the cuffs, stopping me from breaking my goddamn wrist.

“You snapping your wrist in half ain’t going to do anyone any good. Relax.”

“You don’t understand what Frank is capable of if he gets to her first.” Shaking my head, I rest it on the bar, and pray to God I can get out of here and find her before she’s turned over to Frank.

“You mean the pig you brought into my club?” His voice is sharp and pissed off.

“It’s not like that.” I don’t raise my head, I don’t look at him. I know he won’t understand.

“Why don’t you try and tell me why you’re running again, and don’t f*cking lie. Otherwise, I’ll just let you rot right here.”

“I went against my brotherhood. I slept with a cop. My club found out and my uncle set me up, made me kill Jillian’s father right in front of her. Then he tried to kill her, and I know he would have tried to kill me, too, so I snatched her and ran.” The room goes silent. The events of what took place replaying in my mind over and over. “None of this is her fault, she’s innocent.”

Vibration hits the cuffs, causing me to look up and find Bobby sawing at them. Within seconds they snap free.

Rubbing at my wrist I barrel out of the club, in search of Jillian.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Lip hollers, running after me.

“To find Jillian.”

“You can’t do that, you’re going to get yourself killed.”

“Not like you cared about either of us anyway, you shot me and were throwing us out today. Well, here’s us out. Now f*ck off,” I sneer, heading towards the road.

“And my reaction to you showing up here is my fault? This is all your fault, Zeek, you killed one of my brothers, for Christ’s sake.” I stop, my fists clenched.

“NO! This is your fault just as much as it is mine. Did it ever occur to you to ever f*cking pick up the phone, to call me, to f*cking talk to your own brother? No, you ran. You f*cking ran with our mother, and left me to decide everything.”

“Our dad—”

“You think he was nice to me? You don’t think I didn’t get my ass beat, Lip? I did. If I didn’t hold a gun right, or I said the wrong thing at the wrong time in front of the wrong people I got the shit knocked out of me. Hell, he broke my f*cking wrist one time because he lost a bet that I could outshoot another club’s president’s son.” I eye him from head to toe, his look of surprise not lost on me. “I know you thought I had it better, but I didn’t, not by a long shot. Only difference was you had Mom behind you, I had nobody.”

Lip’s eyes widen, his mouth parting.

“Yeah, but Tom Cat’s—”

“It’s easy for you to place blame, when all you did was run away from your problems, Lip. All I wanted was my brother when I needed him most; you denied me. You were disrespectful, and wouldn’t give me a chance. I took your bitch because I knew it was the only way to get your attention and then shit got out of hand—” I throw my hand at him, done with this shit. “It doesn’t f*cking matter. It doesn’t change anything.”