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General grabbed a curved needle. He looked at Issac. I felt Issac's head nod. He brought the needle to my skin, and I breathed more heavily. He pushed the needle through. I dug my nails into Issac's arm and threw my head back into his neck and shoulder. He moved his head into my neck and tightened his grip. I tried so hard not to scream, but it escaped my mouth. I groaned and cried. My legs tried moving away from the pain. Everyone held onto me tighter. If they tried to hold on anymore like that, I would pop. I felt light-headed and tired. My body was exhausted. I was exhausted. Finally, the pain numbed itself, and I could feel myself get heavy, then darkness.
Chapter 6
Issac
There were small rays of sunlight through my blinds as I woke up. I groaned and rubbed my eyes. I realized I was sitting in my chair in the corner of my room near the bathroom. I look and see Delilah in my bed, still sleeping. I pulled my phone out of my jeans to check the time. 6:25 A.M.
"Fuck," I whispered, tilting my head back and pinching the bridge of my nose. Passing out in jeans and a t-shirt and your cut is pretty uncomfortable. Obviously. I tiptoed to my closet and pulled out grey sweats and a black t-shirt.
I turned and started heading to my bathroom.
I noticed Delilah was uncovered. I set my clothes down and pulled the blankets over her. Aunt Doll was able to get morphine off one of her "friends'' last night. We gave it to Delilah to make her a little more comfortable. Thank fucking God we're getting a med shipment tonight, and we ran out of shit the night the shooting happened. I grabbed my clothes, walked into the bathroom, started the shower, and got in.
I dressed and tiptoed out of my room and down the stairs to the club area. The place looked like a fucking disaster. Typical. I looked at the bar and saw Jay passed out. Behind the bar, I grabbed two coffee mugs and turned on the coffeemaker. I cleaned up the counter while the coffee brewed. Once the coffee was made, I poured Jay and myself a cup. I gently set Jay's mug down, then smacked him in the back.
"The fuck, man?" he groaned, picking his head up with his eyes still closed.
"Morning to you too," I snickered at him, taking a sip of my coffee.
"Oh shit, thanks, man," Jay said as he noticed the cup of coffee in front of him. "Time is it?" He asked, taking a sip.
"7:30," I answered, leaning against the bar looking around. "Can you explain why my clubhouse looks like a hellhole?" I started pointing everywhere.
"Oh yeah, the guys got a little too crazy last night, but the million-dollar question is… who was that girl you brought in last night?" He said, raising an eyebrow. I sighed.
"She's the one that got shot during that shoot-out," I explained. I took a sip of my coffee and cleared my throat.
"Okay, and why is she here?" He said, leaning back in the chair.
"She had a run-in with Markus. Wasn't good," I explained.
"What do you mean?"
"He abducted her, brought her to an abandoned motel with the prospects, abused her, and tried to fuck her. So, you tell me if that's good or not," I said, crossing my arms.
"Shit, man. Destiny is gonna freak out when she gets here for work and finds out. He's in for it," Jay said, shaking his head. I sighed again and looked down.
"He's not here. Nor is he going to show up. " I looked up from the floor. Jay looked at me with disappointment.
"What'd you do, Issac?" He said with a shaky voice.
"Took care of it," I said, leaning up from the counter and running my hands through my hair. Jay stared at me for a second, then back down at the counter.
"Fuck, man. What are you going to do about Destiny?" He said, looking up at me. I looked at my phone and checked the time. We open in about 15 minutes.
"I'll take care of it when she gets here," I said, walking towards my room. I stopped for a second. "Oh, and Jay," he looked at me. "Clean this shit up. Smells like beer and ballsack in here." he nodded and rubbed his head. I opened the door to my room, and Delilah was still sleeping. She's probably exhausted. I walked to my closet and grabbed a pair of jeans. I changed into them and grabbed my cut, throwing it on. I looked at Delilah and sighed. I took a piece of paper and wrote on it.
I'm in the repo shop office if you wake up and I'm not here. Use the phone and dial 7 to call me there. If someone else answers, ask for me.
-Issac
I put the note on the nightstand and tiptoed out of the room. I walked down the stairs and into the club. Jay was cleaning, as I asked. We nodded our heads and continued what we were doing. I opened the door to the garage. My family has owned the Raven's & Son's repo garage since my grandfather was a kid. Now here I am, 60-something years later, running it. I walked into the office and turned everything on. As I sat down at the desk to log into the computer, I heard the garage door fly open. Great, she's here early.
"Issac!" I listened to her screech. She flew through my office door. So much for knocking. "Issac! Where the fuck is my husband? Who's the whore you hooked him up with this time?!"
"Thanks for knocking, and nice to see you too," I said, standing up. "First, I'm not a fucking babysitter. Second, I need you to sit down; we need to talk." she looked at me without emotion. She sat down slowly. I ran my hand through my hair.
"Where is he? What happened, Issac?" her voice trembling. I looked at her and cleared my throat.
