Chapter 12
Rick
Fuck, it was killing me watching them handle her. The fat man was fondling her and slobbering all over her nipples. I could see her lip quivering, but she kept her eyes on mine. I wanted to turn my head, but it was the least I could do, be her rock during this, while she took the brunt of my fuck up.
All because I was trying to save a woman, I put my sister—my now lover—at risk. If I could turn back time, this was definitely one of those should’ve, would’ve, could’ve situations. My attention came back when I heard Stacia yelp in pain from the one holding the gun twisting her nipple with his other hand.
I couldn’t take it anymore. They were talking about fucking her ass while the other one face fucked her. She looked petrified, trying to squirm away from their groping hands. Just as I started to rock my chair back and forth, I heard a bang at the front of the house.
The man with the gun grabbed Stacia, aimed his gun at me, took a shot, then dragged her out toward the kitchen area as the fat one barreled straight toward the front of the house where the noise occurred.
My first thought was please don’t be my parents. Then it hit me. Dark-hair shot me and took Stacia. “Stacia,” I yelled, hoping she would respond and I would know she was OK.
Then all hell broke loose. Guns started shooting, men were shouting. I managed to wiggle the chair enough it landed sideways on the floor. Dark tried to use me as target practice, putting a bullet through my leg.
Finally, a man in a police uniform rushed over to me with his gun still drawn. “I have a hostage with multiple gunshot wounds,” he said into his walkie.
A hostage? “Did you find a female – um – hostage?” I asked.
“We have the shooter,” I heard another voice crackle.
“No, wait,” I tried to say. He ignored me as he walked around to secure the room.
A more professional looking female came toward him with a man who looked like he was an EMT. She approached me. “Rick Sullivan?”
“Yes,” I winced as the man applied pressure to my wound then tried to clean off my swollen face while another person untied my restraints.
“My name is Detective Laura Fleursy. I’m glad to relatively find you in one piece.” She looked me up and down, jotting down notes; probably about my general condition.
“Detective,” I tried to say.
“Try to stay calm, Mr. Sullivan. You are safe now. I will answer all your questions when we get you to the hospital.”
She wasn’t listening to me. Why wouldn’t anyone fucking listen? “There is another one,” I yelled.
Her head snapped up. “Another what?”
“Another man with a gun and he left out the back with my sister. He was the one who shot me,” I said, frustrated as hell that it took this fucking long to get her to understand.
Her face took on a stern look. “Listen up, we have a partner who has another hostage He is armed and dangerous. Check the entire house, go out back. Their vehicle is here so they couldn’t have gotten far.”
I jumped up and started toward the kitchen, a wave of nausea hitting me. A mammoth of a police officer stopped me. “Sit down, Sir.” His deep baritone only served to piss me off more. Dark-hair could’ve already killed Stacia. That thought tore at my heart.
“I need to look for my sister.” I tried to stand up to push past him.
He was like a brick wall I couldn’t budge. “We will find her, Sir. The best thing you can do is sit down and let the medics take care of you so you can be alive for her when we bring her back.”
This fucking sucked. I couldn’t lose her now that I just really found her. Trying not to pass out from the pain, all I could think was, I failed her.
Chapter 13
Stacia
I was cold. We were down in our basement, this guy holding a gun on me, and me with only a pair of shorts on. He assured me if I opened my mouth and alerted the people upstairs that we were down there, he would blow a hole through me.
We were crouched in the vegetable cellar. It smelled moldy. I didn’t think I had ever been in here before. When I was younger, it scared me. Then, when I got older, there wasn’t any reason to go in it. I was shaking more from the worry of Rick getting shot. I hadn’t been able to see where the bullet hit him. I was so scared.
“Here,” Hissed Dark-hair. He handed me his shirt, thinking I was shivering because I didn’t have one on. I hated to smell like him, but I was happy to cover up. The way he leered at me gave me the skeeves.