Lock’s voice reaches my ears as I start down the steps. “What the hell did you do to her?”
“I’m not telling you anything. You took Laura from me. She was perfect, nothing like the others.” Marcus shouts. “She was the perfect wife, my perfect angel.”
“Answer my fuckin’ question,” Lock barks out, sending a kick into the man’s side.
A hiss of pain leaves the bastards lips before he can respond. “I tried with them but they wouldn’t listen. Laura listened; she did everything I said.”
I watch as Lock leans down and grabs the front of his shirt. “Tell me what you did to Heather?”
Walking over to them, I push him off the bastard. “What the fuck are you two talking about?”
Lock steps back, fisting his hands at his side. “I did a little research. This bastard has had six wives before my sister, five of which are dead.”
Shock rushes through me as the implication worms its way into my brain; Shay could’ve been next. “You’re fuckin’ kidding me, right.”
“The first four are buried, but the body of the last one was never found. She had only been married to him for nine months before she went she went missing.” He explains staring down at Marcus. “Her family thinks she ran away but this bastard somehow had her declared dead.”
I look down to Marcus and shake my head. “That’s fucked up, brother, but it has nothing to do with today.”
“No,” Lock agrees. “But, I want some answers out of him before he dies. Her family deserves to know what happened to her.”
“We don’t have time for you to play cop. As soon as Shay gets to the hospital, the boys in blue are gonna be asking questions. We need to get this shit done and cleaned up before they come knocking on my door.” I also got to get some shit moved to cover the door, can’t let the cops see it, but I don’t tell him that.
“Just give me a few minutes with him,” Lock asks. “She’s not much older than Laura. Her family has been looking for her for more than ten years; I need to give them some closure.”
I may be a cold bastard, but right now I have too much shit to deal with. A woman that’s probably been dead for a decade isn’t at the top of my lists of priorities. Looking into his determined eyes, I take a step back. “This doesn’t have shit to do with you. Why the hell do you care so much?”
“I let my sister live with the bastard for years, fuckin’ years. I knew shit wasn’t right but never stepped in to fix it. I’ll never forgive myself for that shit. I need to do this, need to find out what happened to Heather. I have to do this for Laura.”
“You’ll never find her. She’s gone,” Marcus gasps out as he tries to sit up. “She wasn’t worthy; she wasn’t perfect like Gwendolyn.”
I give him a quick kick, putting him on his back again and look back at Lock. “You got five minutes,” I say, wondering if I can hold out that long before I put a bullet in the bastard’s brain.
Awake
Shay
I wake up to the sound of machines beeping and force my eyes to open. Tin is sitting beside me, his head resting on the bed. Slowly moving my head, I search the room for Bowie. He isn’t here, and I want to cry out for him. I need him here, need him to hold my hand and tell me that everything is all right.
I’m blinking back my tears, when I feel a hand grab my arm. “Thank fuck, you’re awake.”
Turing to look at Tin, I do my best to force the tears away. “Where’s Bowie?”
He reaches up, using his thumb to brush a tear away. “He’s taking care of something, but he’ll be here as soon as he’s done.”
I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. Expecting pain, I’m relieved when I only a feel a pinch. Opening my eyes again, I start asking questions. “Is Tag alive?”
I hold my breath, waiting for him to answer. “Yeah.”
“Is he going to be okay?” The thought of losing him is tearing me apart inside.
“It was touch and go there for a while, but he’s stable now,” Tin replies, taking my hand in his. “He woke up for a few minutes, after he came out of surgery. The stubborn fucker wouldn’t go back to sleep until the nurses brought Rollo in. Soon as he told him you were okay, he was out like a light.”
A smile plays on my lips when I think of Tag screaming at the nurses. The thought of him brings his mother to mind. “How’s Domino?”
By the look on Tin’s face, I know my answer. Moving my head closer to him, I whisper out my confession. “I shot her. I didn’t mean to kill her, but I shot her and now she’s dead.”