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  My mind is racing as fast as my heart and all I can do is cry and touch his face, tug his beard like he loves me to do when we're just lounging lazily.

  Please, baby...wake up...please...

  Then a door opens in the room and I forget about...

  "Hey, Lyric are you o..."

  Dillon spins around and shoots in the direction of the voice.

  *BANG*

  And I watch his innocent eyes go wide in shock, then he sputters and falls, I swear my mind went completely blank and I rushed over to him.

  There's...there's so much...blood.

  “Digi! Digi…oh please, no!”

  I look and Dillon's behind me now. "What the fuck is wrong with you, he's just a kid! He's my brother!"

  Just then Digi coughs up blood before his glossed over eyes look at me. All I see is fear, utter fear like he's terrified of dying and it scares me although I try my damndest not to show it. His hand reaches for mine and I take it, kissing his knuckles and praying he’ll live out his young life and not die here because of me.

  "Just hold on Digi, we'll get you help, okay? Don't talk." He nods and holds his other hand where the bullet entered.

  This is all my fault.

  I look to see where the damage is and luckily, it's the lower part of his left abdomen, I think his spleen might be the only major organ but without a medical degree, I can't be too sure.

  I grab a towel from the counter and press it against the wound.

  "Ahhhhh!!!"

  “Will you shut him up?!” Dillon barks but I ignore him for a moment.

  "I'm sorry but we have to keep pressure on it, just hold it there." I spin around to finally face Dillon, "You son of a bitch! Call an ambulance or he could die!"

  Enraged, I start beating his chest and screaming hysterically until he throws me to the ground.

  He was enraged, his eyes like a madman as he pointed the gun at me. "Don't you ever hit me again, you got it?! I may not be so gentle next time. We're not calling an ambulance, one of the guys coming can treat his wound...or he could die for all I care, he wasn't part of the plan anyway. Then again, neither was the neanderthal but I'll chalk that up to luck."

  "What do you want? Why are you doing this?!" I shriek as my emotions overwhelm me again as I see both of my guys laid out.

  Dillon sits on the sofa looking at the developing scene, "Well, you see...your little biker boy is worth more than he knows, and he's got a date with a very dangerous man. Once I get him there, I couldn't care less, I get my money and go. No need to continue to be a lawyer's lackey, I'm going to take my money and be in Tahiti screwing the first buxom blonde I see in no time. It's a shame you've been promised to another, I would've loved having you in the sack. You look like a screamer, possibly a biter?" The upper inflection indicates he was asking but also assuming.

  He growls, winking at me, and I feel physically sick. "What do you mean I was promised?" He leans back while checking his phone and chuckles.

  "Yes, my client has taken a liking to you, so he staked his claim. You're going to be his prized whore and there's nothing you can do to stop it." His laugh is deep and sinister, it didn't register, there was too much going on.

  Suddenly there's a knock that causes me to jump. He stands up and walks towards the door.

  "Oh, and here comes the calvary. Too bad you won't get answers until you wake up. Sweet dreams, buttercup."

  Before I could respond he pulls and shoots the dart gun or at least I hoped it was. A fiery burn hits my shoulder and starts to spread as I fade to black…

  JOHNNY

  "Fucking hell Dillon, what happened here?! All you had to do was get her to the compound."

  Johnny looks at the situation before him, it looked like a crime scene with three bodies on the floor.

  "How the hell was I supposed to know he'd come to see her. We were on a date and all I had to do was wine and dine her then get her back here and tranquilize her. The little bastard got in the way, but we also nabbed him too, it's a win-win. Glad you gave me a tranquilizer gun, he's fucking huge, he could have pummeled me. Now order your lackeys to get them in the cars. I did you a goddamned favor, you fucking ingrate."

  CUPID

  I'm surrounded by darkness; I don't remember what happened before I tried to tell her...something...what was it? I know it was important and it was on the tip of my tongue before the...burning? I feel like I'm floating in an empty abyss.

  I hope I'm not dead, I can't be. There’s no white light unless I’m in purgatory. I didn’t think I did anything that bad to warrant that, but I’m stuck wherever I am.

  I need to make it right; I need to make US right. I need to tell her I love her. That's what it was...I love her!

  My entire body warms at my declaration and it feels right. Being in love feels right, I just have to get back to her.

  JOHNNY

  "Mr. Wellington, sir?" Johnny knocks lightly then slides in the door looking at the back of the desk chair awaiting a response.

  "Johnny, you better have some good news, I'm tired of waiting. "

  Johnny walks further into his office and stands next to the seat in front of the desk.

  "It's great news, actually. Dillon got the girl and your son. They're in the warehouse but there was a slight hiccup...one of his club members was there, just a dumb kid. He was shot so he needs medical attention."

  Mr. Wellington stands from his desk, fixing his expensive suit, and looks at him, "Just patch him up, if he survives, we'll put a bullet in his head. Speaking of bullets, don’t forget to get rid of that slimy lawyer, he won’t see his payout as far as I’m concerned. Let’s get this going, it's time for me to see...my son."

  LOST

  CUPID

  "Fuck! Owww...where the hell..."

  My head is pounding and there's a dull pulsing behind my eyes. I keep blinking so my vision can clear up but it's slow to react. My head feels like a ton of bricks as I try to hold it up, the blurriness is slowly fading. I feel I'm bound to a chair and I can make out the ropes around my abdomen, my arms, and legs tying them to the chair.

  I try once more to lift my head, squinting my eyes, I see her...lying on the ground, she's not moving. Her dress is raised a bit and her shoes are gone. Her arm covers her face, I can't see if she's breathing or hurt.

  "Lyr-lyric, baby, can you hear me? Sweetheart, please say something." My throat is so dry like I’m gargling hot Saharan sand, it hurts to talk but I have to know.

  She's not moving. I need to get to her; I don't know if she's alive or...

  She moves just a bit letting me know she's still with me. Thank god, I think she heard me...just hold on kitten, I'm coming for you.

  A door swings open, "Look who's finally awake. Well, hello lover boy, rise and shine!"

  I know that smug arrogant voice. The rage builds as I hear his sinister laugh. I see his expensive shoes in front of me and then he crouches down. A pathetic junkie in an expensive suit.

  And there he was, the man I wanted dead the most, Johnny fucking Picardio.

  "Hey sunshine, nice of you to wake just in time. How's the head feeling? I did give Dillon some strong tranquilizers. I'm glad too, didn't need you rearranging anyone's face, especially mine, you've done enough damage there. But there's no problem there now is it?!"

  He slaps my head several times, the last one turns my head violently and I shake in the chair trying to get loose.

  "Now now, you're not getting out just yet. You have an important meeting to attend with my boss. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out on your sweet little thing."

  "You touch her I'll rip you in fucking half, you threatened to rape her, you sick son of a bitch!"

  "Well, it’s not me you have to worry about, she's been claimed by the boss and I don't have any say in what he does with her and neither do you." He chuckles as he walks back out.

  As soon as he's gone, I call out to her again, no answer but then I hear groaning behind me.

  I try to turn my
head, but I can't. Someone else is here.

  "Ughhhhh...what the hell?"

  I hear shuffling, maybe they’re free and can at least get to her to see if she’s okay. "Who's that, who’s there?"

  "Cu-cupid?"

  "Digi? Is that you, what are you doing here?"

  He groans, he sounds like he's in pain.

  "I-I came out of the bedroom after I heard a loud thunk and he shot me."

  "Shot you where?! Can you move, how bad is it?"

  I’m going to kill that motherfucker, so help me.

  His breathing is shallow, I can tell. "My lower stomach, it hurts like a bitch but I'm okay. Where's Lyric? I'm tied to a post; I can't see her or you."

  "I see her, she's in front of me but she hasn't moved, do you know if they shot her?"

  "I-I don't think so. I blacked out right after I heard the shot then I woke up tied up, what do they want?"

  Good question that I didn't have an answer for.

  "I don't know but we need to get her conscious. They never tied her up."

  I see a cloud of dust coming from her head as she coughs.

  "Lyric, can you hear me? Lyric!"

  Then the door opens again, first that bastard Johnny walks in with a Cheshire grin, then as he moves out of the way, someone else walks in. As soon as our eyes met, I recognized the man behind him...the tall well-dressed gentleman, who walked in with utter confidence, he was the direction of all my rage.

  BLACK ACES POV

  "Hey, has anyone heard from Digi or seen Cupid since his ride to "get some fresh air?"

  Blondie holds up his hand in air quotes.

  Everyone shook their heads. Club stands up from his seat and goes up to Digi's room and everyone follows. It's a typical room turned pigsty.

  Club wades through the room straight to his computer, "He told me he has a tracking chip embedded in the emblem of his cut. He said we all do because he...he was afraid to lose someone. Kid's a freaking genius, I tell you." His face falls a bit and he tries to shake the thought as he boots up his computer.

  He goes to a red "X" icon and Jackal leans forward, "Crossfind?"

  "Yeah it's the program he uses to keep tabs on us. See, these red dots are us in the house but if we pan out, we should be able to locate them."

  "Pan out to the hotel, they couldn't have gone too far. Maybe they're with Lyric and he's finally telling her how he feels.”

  He zooms out toward the downtown area where the hotel is, "Nothing, I'm going to pan out further. Somebody call them to see if they pick up. No, wait! He told me he put a chip in Lyric’s phone since she didn't wear a cut. Call her cell maybe we can get coordinates to where they are."

  Cheetah pulls his phone and dials. "She's not picking up." He whispers.

  "Don't hang up, I can use it to find her signal."

  Her voicemail picks up and he leaves a calm message like nothing was wrong so that it could stay connected longer.

  "Hey Lyric, it’s Cheetah but I’m sure you saw the caller ID...We uh...we miss having you around, just let us know when you get back to the hotel...we want to take you out to dinner to celebrate. Give one of us a ring, okay?"

  He hangs up and Blondie screeches, "Genius Cheetah, that gave me just enough time to track her down. Looks like...uhhh they are about 40 miles west of here at someplace out in the middle of nowhere. I got a bad feeling about this."

  Jackal nods, "I agree and look, when you zoom to that area, there’s the other two signals, they're all together. Okay everybody, strap up it's going to be a long ride and we need to be prepared for any and everything. They may be okay, or they may be in grave danger, let's not risk it. We need to bring our family home."

  Everyone prepares for the long ride...to the middle of nowhere.

  UNKNOWN POV

  "Mr. Wellington?! What...what the fuck are you doing here, what do you want with me or her or my brother? I don't..."

  "Patience, lad I'll explain everything to you in due time. Johnny, make sure she's still breathing."

  I notice how irate he is with my request and I hold my hand up to stop Johnny. "Never mind, Bobby, check to make sure she's okay, she is precious cargo. Johnny, go busy yourself somewhere, your presence is pissing off my guest."

  "Who gives a fuck about what I do to his feelings! He's the bane to my goddamn existence and I would like nothing more than to put a bullet between his eyes." He pulls his gun out, rushes towards him and presses his ivory inlay silver 9mm to his forehead.

  I snap my fingers and two of my men disarm and pull Johnny back to me.

  "Hey! You listen to what the fuck I say! I need him alive for now. Now go take a goddamn walk...NOW!"

  Johnny storms out, busting through the doors.

  I turn back to Aleister. "Apologies for that little outburst, I bet you're wondering what all this has to do with you? Well, you see the situation is far more complicated than you think."

  "Stop beating around, I don't have time for this! Just tell me what this is!"

  I chuckle, "I think you have more than enough time, you're not going anywhere anytime soon. But her...she'll be leaving with me and become something very useful to me. I heard you had a taste of her...should have locked that in but no matter, she belongs to me now."

  "Over my dead body!"

  "Exactly! I'm glad you're seeing things my way. You see, I'll put a bullet in your head and your buddy there and hop on my private jet to head back to L.A. with that delicious piece of ass. I can't wait to make that little vixen my own personal squeak toy. Your mom was a screamer...she loved it when I was rough with her, it gave her the most intense orgasms. Anywho, I suppose I still owe you an explanation about your mother, huh?"

  EXPLANATION

  CUPID

  You're goddamn right he owes me an explanation for leaving my mother heartbroken and shattered and then he has the nerve to partner up with the man who sealed her fate and killed her. I don't know who I want dead more.

  "Why her, huh? Why, all my mom wanted was your affection! If you couldn’t give her that, why even start a relationship with her?"

  He paces in front of me, his expensive alligator shoes scraping against the floor, which made me realize that my Lyric is lying on the cold ground. This may be New Mexico but with heat like this, warehouses such as these were equipped with powerful air conditioners, especially if they were storing products of any kind that could be ruined or altered in this blazing environment. I may not be cold or at least not as cold as she would be lying on the floor. She could get sick; I just need my baby to wake up. I have to get her out of here.

  Mr. Wellington lights a Cohiba cigar, puffing away like he was celebrating. "There's a lot you didn't know about my relationship with your mother. We met long ago, more than 30 years ago. I was just starting at my father's business, a multimillion-dollar firm. I had it all by association, money, power, women, and sex. I had more pussy than I knew what to do with! I wasn't looking to settle down not when I had my pick of a different piece of ass every night, no way, but my dad didn't like my reputation as a playboy. He knew where to hit me where it hurts...my pockets and my inheritance. That's when daddy dearest made a life-changing decision..." He walks and stands over her.

  "Get away from her! Don't you touch her!"

  He smirks and nudges her with his shoe. She groans and moves a fraction, shaking from the cold ground. I had to swallow my pride.

  "Please...she's cold, at least put her on a blanket or something to keep her warm, I'm begging you."

  He eyes me, then her and huffs, snapping his fingers, "Get a blanket, put her on it." One of the men leaves and comes back with a blanket that looks thick enough to combat the chill. They move her but she's still listless. They lay her on top and wrap the rest over her.

  "Looks like I found your Achilles heel, I can see why though. I had a brief run-in with her when she was at her bar cleaning the countertop… wow, she was soaking wet in her white tee and red bra, like a bikini carwash babe. I would have fucked he
r then, but I was there on business. Had to make sure the Ramirez family got their shipment; they are known for their castration torture. There’s nothing I value more than my dick. Anyway, back to your mother."

  He sets a chair in front of me, "My father changed his will to stipulate that his money would go to his first-born grandchild, not his son. Crazy, right? I mean why was I being punished for living my life and being a lady’s man? Well, I wasn't going to let him win. No way, that money rightfully belongs to me!"

  He snapped his fingers and a glass of scotch was placed in his hand, judging by his suit and his demeanor, it was expensive. I could smell the high quality.

  "Want one? Oh, guess not since you can't hold it but let me tell you, it's rather good. Where was I? Oh yeah, daddy's little surprise. But I devised a plan. I had a little drug run from Mexico to Vegas and had a stop through New Mexico. I met a pretty little lady there who seemed easy enough to convince that I was her Romeo coming to save her. Didn't take much though, she was desperate for attention and that intimate touch. I told her what she wanted to hear, you know, that she was beautiful, she was special, blah, blah, blah...and I had her that night. Man, she was a screamer!"