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Chapter 28
"How'd you know? I do look like my father don't I?" He seemed to ponder on that. "My father, your boss, is very angry at you. I hoped to bring you to him, dead of course."
"Of course."
"I hoped to earn my self some 'brownie points' so to speak."
"Understandable."
He switched his weight onto his left foot as he cocked his head. "Do take off your helmet. It's been far to long since I've seen your face."
I scoffed.
"You don't trust me." It wasn't a question.
I mearly glared, not that he would have known.
"Fine. I give my word. I swear I will not shot you or your love as you take off your helmet."
"How chivalrous of you." I mocked.
"I try, you know."
"So that man. The one 8 years ago. You knew him and you killed him didn't you. You just waited him to play my knight, didn't think I'd like him so much."
"You are far to clever. I'm afraid that I'm tired of your games and is you don't remove that helmet now I will simply blast it off."
"Then I will blast a hole in your heart. I assure you I'll die quicker."
"And I'll be left with tremendous pane for a mater of seconds."
"That will drag on as if they were hours."
"True." He cocked his head again. "I has a plan."
"How novel of you. Wasn't this all your plan?"
He smiled. "You've always been the sharp one. I've never had a girlfriend quite like you."
"Be glad I have my helmet on or I'd spit on you."
"You've lost your manners?"
"To you and only you. I could have shot that fool over there, but he was too cowardly for a bullet. He'll wake up with a fierce headache and a black bruise to remember me by."
"I don't think any one could forget you."
"What is your plan?"
"We take three steps back, put our guns to our sides and you take off your helmet with my promise to do you no harm…for now."
I as I stood, I was contemplating. He's evil, but I see no point to this. If I kill him I kill me and then when that man wakes up he kills Brian.
"Fine."
He smiled and took three steps, exactly, in the opposite direction and laid his gun at his side.
I fired and a bullet lay rest in his chest. His mouth was left gaped as he fell to his knees. He was not dead, but I intended to fix that.
I walked closer and rested the gun against his for head. He dropped the gun, as his fingers could no longer grip the heavy weight.
"I on the other hand was 'clever' enough not to promise you no harm." My finger gripped the trigger. "Good bye Charles."
"No!" I heard Brian scream from his chair. I stepped on Charles gun and kicked it behind me, away from him. I turned to Brian.
"What?"
"Don't…don't kill him."
"He was going to kill me."
Brian snapped his mouth shut. Murder was a sin and that's all Brian saw. Sin. But he didn't want to see it on me, though it was already there. He never witnessed a murder and I could see he never intended to. I sighed and turned back to Charles. I lifted my leg and rested my boot on his shoulder. I pushed him back and he landed on the floor with a thud. I shot his leg and he howled in pain.
I turned and walked to Brian. The fear in his eyes hurt, but it now kept me in perspective. Protect Mr. Littrell. Do not love Brian. I leaned down and snatched a knife from my boot and cut Brian free and then I returned the knife to it's concealed pocket.
I walked towards the door and Brian followed silent as he rubbed his wrists. I motioned for him to follow me as we ran lowly to the ground to my bike. I pushed it another block and set it on it's stand. I pulled off my helmet and put it on Brian's head. I lifted the seat and after pulling gout two items I slammed it shut. Turning Brian's head I started to pick at a small, plastic cover on my helmet. After it came loose I solved it into my pocket and plugged a small cord into the jack. I took the second item; a head set, and placed it on my head and plugged the other end of the cord into mine.
"Can you hear me?" I questioned.
Brian nodded, still too rattled to speak. I motioned him to climb on after me and I told him to hold on tight. I took of with a force that made Brian jerk back. We headed out of the harbor and a way from the water. I didn't where I would take Brian but I had to go somewhere. I debated on my hotel room or calling Jake. It dawned that I had no phone anymore. The hotel it was.
I took the highways hoping to escape the Lincoln's that were soon to follow the smell of blood like vampires.
Soon I discovered how correct I was about them following. The sound of pistol shots rang out next to my tires. I looked over Brian's shoulder and saw two Lincoln's following. I cursed under my breath and groped for Brian's hand. I rested it on the accelerator
"You have to steer this half, just lean from side to side to weave. I'll balance you."
"Are you nuts?" Brian yelled in the built in Mic.
"I can hear you Brian. Don't yell."
"Sorry."
I leaned over his left shoulder and groped for my last pistol. I took and shot the right tire on one of the Lincoln's. He swerved but kept following.
"Can you shoot a gun?" I questioned as I looked forward and took over driving.
"What?"
"I don't want you to shoot anyone. Just shoot the tires on those black Lincoln's." I felt him shift on the seat to look. He must have seen the right tire on one of the cars because he turned back swiftly.
"I've only shot off a gun once. It was on a target and I missed."
"Well here's your second chance." I took my hand of the accelerator just long enough to shove the gun in Brian's hand. I gripped the handle and speed back up.
"I can't do it."
"You have to. I nearly killed their boss."
I heard Brian mumble a prayer before he shifter in his seat. He gripped my waist tighter and pulled his body closer to mine. I shook my head to clear my head. Now was not the time for any thoughts other that the fact that I just handed a gun to a man who can't even aim.
That thought shook me back to reality. I hear a gun fire then the clanking of mettle. He hit the fender, I'm sure. I heard another then the whiz of compressed air. He skimmed the tire, just enough to make the air come out. I hear one more shot. Only it wasn't my gun and Brian gasped.
I thought Brian was shot then I his hand clasp my waist. He had been hunched over to my right, leaving the left of my body exposed. I didn't feel the pain until Brian covered the wound to help my body to start clotting.
"You've been shot."
"I know. Just hold on. Tighter." I grimaced when his grip tightened and sent surges of pain up my side. I pulled at the accelerator and started to weave between two semi's. If they moved together even an inch and Brian and me would be dead.
We were safe from the men who shot me though. I sped between the trucks and out in from of them.
"You are nuts aren't you?"
"I wonder my self some times."
I pulled off the highway and on to the road of my hotel. I was only mildly surprised to see Jake. He had another man with him who looked happy as a clam. Jake sold my bike.
I climbed off and smiled. "Great bike, but not for me and my husband."
"That's too bad." Jake turned to the man. "It's all yours then."
"Great."
I tossed the man the keys and turned Brian's head as I took of his helmet. Telling that man Brian was my husband and then having him know who Brian was would not be good. I handed the man the helmet and he took off minutes later, a blue Saturn with a woman and two children road after him.
My legs weakened as I pulled off the head set. Brian grabbed under my arm and under my legs. He lifted me while Jake lead the way into the hotel. I pretended to be sleeping as I heard a few awes from woman standing as we passed my.
Brian set me on my stomach on the floor at my request. Jake striped off my jacket and my shirt and then walked over to the dresser.
Brian sat beside me and took my hand. Jake tied a handkerchief tight in my mouth. I squeezed it and saw Brian turn his head as Jake retrieved the bullet himself. I buried my head in the carpet as the cold mettle met with the soar burning skin. I cried muffled shouts of pain as Jake fished to retrieve the bullet.
Tears stained my cheeks even as the clank of a bullet hit a metal bowl. After a cold relief of liquid pain again shot through me. The cold was only a deceptive feel. The disinfectant burned like fire now and tingled if a fury that made me wasn't to rip at my skin.
My grip on Brian's hand was so hard that he made a small nose of pain. I released him as much as I could. I soon felt more cold metal added with the feel of a strong smooth thread. Jake stitched me with three small stitches. He first placed gauze just on the wound, using bandage tape to whole id there. He and Brian helped me stand and then Jake wrapped, four turns of gauze around my body.
Jake helped me to a seat and draped a blanket over me. I tapped my fingers on the table not knowing what to do with the pain and the fury weld inside me.
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