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could see along the outer rim
of the white light. But it was just blackness. Some silhouettes but nothing I
could identify.
    “Ah, fuck, I don’t think this will
do,” a voice said.
    “It’s a message,” another voice
said. “Hey, asshole, you hear me? This is a clear message to your club. Spread
the fucking word.”
    The foot left my chest.
    The guys tried to leave but I wasn’t
going down without a fight. I turned and grabbed for them. My hand clamped to
the back of a pant leg. Hot pain shot through my ribs and my release let go. I
tried to grab again but the man had turned.
    “Hey, he’s got some fight left in
him,” a voice said.
    “Hurry up. We’ve got about two
minutes. Then we’ve got to get to the store. I have to take care of that bitch.”
    “Okay, Glen, just let me…”
    There was a scuffle.
    “What the fuck did I say? No names!
No fucking names!”
    “Shit. Right. Sorry. Fuck. Fuck me.
I fucked up.”
    I started to inch to the left. I
forced my left hand to move and I felt for my cell. Somewhere between hitting
the road, sliding, rolling, and almost facing death, I had managed to press a
few buttons on the phone. Sid once told me if I was ever in real trouble to
just give a call. Shit, maybe it was just a bad motorcycle accident and maybe I
would take shit from the guys for it. But this was more than that.
    I looked at the screen and saw it
had been five minutes since the call was placed.
    Chances were, the guys weren’t
going to get there in time to sneak up on these pricks and figure out what the
hell was going on.
    I rolled to my back, to my front,
to my back again. I put a little distance between myself and the two men.
Ahead, my motorcycle was nothing but twisted pieces of metal. I had a gun on
the motorcycle. A little tiny ass handgun, but it would do the trick. It could
easily take these two down.
    Imagine the hero I’d be then?
    I took a chance and propped myself
up on my elbows and started to army crawl. Every time I moved I felt fire in my
chest, back, and sides. I was able to move my right leg, but not my left. For a
second I thought I had no left leg.
    When I looked back to check on my
leg I saw the two guys approaching me.
    “Where the fuck are you going?” one
asked.
    I got a good look at the other one
- Glen. I studied his face. All his features. Anything that popped out
against the darkness. There wasn’t much though.
    “You really fucked this up, Arnie,”
Glen said.
    “I thought you said no names!” Arnie
squealed like a big lug.
    “Doesn’t matter now, does it?”
    “No?”
    Glen shoved Arnie in the shoulder. “I’ll
be in the SUV. We have to move fast. You know what to do.”
    “I do?” Arnie asked.
    I kept crawling. I was feet away
form the shattered remains of my motorcycle. My fingertips ached to find my gun
and get revenge.
    Glen walked up to me and put a foot
to my back and pressed hard. He twisted the tip of his shoe to my ribs. I
screamed in pain but that only made it hurt worse.
    “You chose this,” Glen said.
    Then his foot moved from me.
    I had a split second chance to make
a dash.
    But it was quickly stolen.
    “Now what?” Arnie asked.
    “Kill him …”
     

 
    chapter eleven
     
    (jace)
     
    *NOW*
     
    I woke up from a shitty dream to
the sound of someone pounding on my door, trying to get into my house. I
grabbed my gun and made a line for the door. When I opened it, Ava jumped at
me, her hands touching my bare chest. The look on her face was sheer fucking
terror.
    “Well, good fucking morning to me,”
I said.
    Ava jumped away from me before I
could get my hand around her and pull her close.
    “Someone was out there!” she
yelled.
    I walked out on the porch and
looked left to right.
    There wasn’t a person or a car in
sight.
    I went inside and shut the door.
    Ava stood in the living room,
biting on her nails.
    “Who was out there?” I asked.
    “I don’t know. I don’t know what’s
going on, Jace.”
    “So let me ask the next