OWNED THREE: BLAZING DEVILS MC Page 3

  Bang. Bang. Bang.

  “Aren’t you going to get that?” I asked.

  Trigger shrugged “No. I’m sure they’ll go away eventually.”

  “TRIGGER!” Came the voice on the other side of the door. “OPEN THE FUCK UP! WE HAVE A SITUATION THAT NEEDS TO BE HANDLED! NOW!”

  Trigger rolled his eyes and grumbled. “Great, it’s my brother.”

  “Your brother!” I hissed. “He sounds pissed.”

  “If you think he’s pissed now just wait until he sees you here. I ditched out on poker tonight once he sees you came over he’s going to know why.” He shrugged, annoyed, and then started to head toward the door like it was no big deal that his angry dangerous brother was on the other side of the door freaking out and might end up taking it out on whoever was in here.

  “Trigger!” I hissed. “Wait!” I dodged past him toward the long hall closet on the other side of the door. I opened it and squeezed my body inside, leaving the door open just a crack.

  “What are you doing?” Trigger asked me, looking amused.

  “Hiding!” I hissed. “Now shut the door!”

  “You’d rather hide in the closet than deal with my hot head brother? That’s crazy, who knows how long this asshole will be here.”

  “Then I guess you better get him the fuck out of here quick! Now shut it!”

  Trigger laughed, still not taking me seriously. “Jennifer, you can’t really-“

  “DON’T MAKE ME SHOOT THIS BITCH DOWN!” His brother screamed, still pounding on the door.

  Trigger grunted and rolled his eyes again before finally shutting the closet door. A second later the front door opened and I heard Trigger’s brother push past him. “What the fuck took you so long?”

  I peeked out of the closet to see Danger standing in the middle of the living room with a stressed out expression on his face. Sweat was dripping down his face like he had run over here as fast as his legs could carry him.

  “It’s the middle of the night,” Trigger pointed out.

  “Yeah, well, we have been blowing up your phone. You don’t pick the fuck up. I figured you had some bitch up in here you were fucking the shit out of.”

  Trigger’s eyes shot to the closet. “Nope, no bitch up in here.”

  “Whatever, we need to make moves and now. We got a situation at the restaurant we need to handle.”

  “What kind of situation?”

  Danger sighed, he was clearly worked up about whatever it is that was going on. “A situation that involves a dead body.”

  What the fuck?

  I saw Trigger glance at the closet again, maybe concerned about what I was hearing at this point. I wished I wasn’t hearing anything just as much as he wished I wasn’t. I had only been talking to Trigger a few days and already there were two murder plots I had uncovered. How much killing did this fucking family do?

  This was exactly why I had run off from Trigger the day before.

  Was I going to have to run off from him again?

  Trigger slumped in defeat. “Let’s move.”

  Danger didn’t need to be told twice and in a second he was dodging back toward the front door. Trigger shot one last look at the closet that I was hiding in and then he left, slamming the door shut behind him, a few seconds later I heard the loud screech of a bike zooming out of the driveway.

  The text came a second later: BE BACK SOON – DON’T U DARE LEAVE.

  My heart skipped a beat when I realized I never even gave Trigger my phone number. This was the type of man I was hanging around now. The type that could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted to anyone and everyone. The type that heard news about body counts and tons of illegal activity, the type that could get my number whenever he wanted it even without my permission.

  And this was why you ran away from him the other night a voice in the back of my head reminded me. And why you feel like you want to run away from him again now.

  I felt like I needed to get far away from this place, far away from him.

  An hour and a half later I still hadn’t gone anywhere.

  I kept telling myself to leave but I just couldn’t. I hated how unreasonable I was when it came to Trigger, how I didn’t act level-headed in any way, shape, or form. It almost felt like I was a prisoner in my own body, unable to break away even though I knew somewhere deep down that I should.

  But I guess if I really wanted to I would be gone by now.

  Not waiting around his house like a love struck puppy dog.

  It was time for me to leave. I mean, this was pretty shady. Waiting for Trigger while he may or may not be out taking care of a dead body. What the hell was wrong with me? This wasn’t a movie. I wasn’t his ride or die, girl. I didn’t even know how to be a ride or die girl and here I was trying to act like I did. Trying to act like I would be here through everything for this man. I wasn’t his girl; I wasn’t really anything.

  I had to leave; I couldn’t be waiting on Trigger. Yeah, I was going to be leaving for sure. I would just give him another few minutes then I would leave. Although; it was kind of late for me to walking home by myself, especially all the way to the other side of town.

  Great.

  You were always getting yourself in the best situations, Jennifer.

  I grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels but it wasn’t much use. I was barely even paying attention to what was on, I was too distracted by all the damage my own thoughts were doing to my mind.

  I flipped the T.V. off, finally giving up. I could try to sleep but who could sleep knowing Trigger was out there doing god knows what in the middle of whatever dangerous situation he and his brothers had gotten into this time?

  I was just about to say fuck it and try to get a little sleep on one of Trigger’s sofas when I heard a jiggling at the front door. At first, I thought it was Trigger returning home from where ever the heck he went but after a few seconds it became pretty clear that whoever was trying to get inside of Trigger’s townhouse didn’t have a key.

  I saw the handle on the other side of the door jiggling, moving up and down while whoever was on the other end tried to pry it open. My head started to pound, the room around me growing fuzzy the way it did every time I found myself in an unreal or stressful situation.

  I scanned the room for my phone and spotted it on the other end of the room on the island at the entryway to the kitchen. I was about to make a run for my phone when I heard the lock on the door pop open and see it start to creep open slowly.

  I dodged across the floor toward the back of Trigger’s townhouse and into a random door that led to I didn’t know where. I practically fell down the steps, not realizing the door I entered lead down toward the basement.

  Great, I was going to be hiding from whoever was in the house in the basement. This was getting more and more like a movie every second. I locked the door behind me, taking the steps down as silent as I could.

  I took the risk of slipping the light on so I could see what I had to work with. Trigger’s basement wasn’t anything like a real basement. It was completely finished. A huge plasma screen on the other end of the wall with leather chairs all over the room, a pool table sat right next to the T.V. On the other end of the room there was a home gym, tons of weights and workout machines that I assumed Trigger must have used daily to look the way he did.

  There were a few doors in the back of the basement and I ran toward them, hoping one of them might lead me outside. I swung the first one open and found a small walk in closet filled with a bunch of random food and snacks.

  Fuck.

  I paused with my hand on the knob of the second door and prayed for a second that it was going to lead me out into the cold night. But when I opened it; no such luck. It was a small room with some kind of security system set up inside. Cameras covered the main entrance and a few windows plus various rooms in the house.

  Trigger had a security system? Wow, maybe that was something he should have turned on for me before he left. Not
that I gave him much of a chance to explain it to me, I was too busy hiding in the closet.

  I burst into the room and hit a few buttons trying to figure the whole thing out. It was kind of big and complex and I realized that you only have a security system like this if you were hiding something you didn’t want anyone to find or if you wanted to make sure no one snuck up on you.

  I got closer to the monitors, desperate to figure out who was in the house. There were two of them. One of them was upstairs in what looked like Trigger’s room, digging around. The other one was in the kitchen, yanking things out of cabinets and throwing them to the side while he searched for whatever he was looking for.

  My heart started speeding up in my chest. I was fucking screwed. They were going to come down here; it was only a matter of time. I glanced to the right and see a safe against the wall of the security room. Wonderful, Trigger, wonderful. Good looking out.

  I glanced at the monitor again, the guy that was in the kitchen had moved on to the living room now. What the fuck was I going to do? I willed myself to relax and try to come up with a fucking plan. Trigger had a high tech security system and everything hidden so nobody could find anything in his house. He must expect that people were going to try and come here which meant he must have things to protect him around, probably hidden in different rooms.

  I started searching around the security room frantically, looking for anything that might work as a good hiding spot for a phone or weapon. A few minutes later I still hadn’t found anything and I was getting close to feeling defeated, close to feeling like something awful might really happen to me the second they came down here. They had waited until Trigger left to come which made me think they knew he wasn’t home. But if they had been watching the townhouse didn’t they know I was here?

  I started feeling around the edges of the platform the security system was on now, desperate for any type of help. And then I felt it; the outline of a gun inside the board that lined the bottom of the stand. I pressed on the fake wood gently and a black gun fell to the ground.

  Things had just gotten real.

  I hesitated. I didn’t know how to use a gun! I glanced at the monitor and saw the guy on the first floor tugging on the door to the basement now, an annoyed look on his face when he realized that it was locked. He started yanking on it roughly and I grabbed the gun off the floor knowing that I was out of time.

  I shut the door to the security room, locking it from the inside so if he tried to get in I would have a little time to stall and then I opened the other door, ducking into the closet and leaving the door open a little while I peered out. A second later I heard the door to the basement being kicked in and the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs. My heart leaped in my chest and the whole time all I could think was how this was my fault. How everything that was happening to me led right back to me, I had no one to blame but myself. I knew what Trigger was about, I knew what kind of life he was wrapped up in and I still hung around him, I still couldn’t seem to pull myself the fuck away from him.

  The guy was tearing apart the basement now, knocking things over and searching through everything for whatever it is he was looking for. After he found nothing, he trudged over to the security closet, pulling on the door and slamming his fist against the wall when he realized it was locked. I saw his gaze rest on the closet with all the food in it, where I was hiding and I clutched the gun harder in my hand.

  I prayed silently that he would just go away and not open the door, I prayed that I wouldn’t have to be involved in this. Every lesson my mom taught me came down to this. Why hadn’t I just left Trigger alone? Why?

  The door swung open and I lifted the gun up, pointing it at the guys face without thinking. He jumped back, startled to see anyone standing in front of him, especially a girl with a gun in her hand.

  Up close hew was pale skinned and mean looking, tattoos covered his neck and arms, a few scars on his chin that looked like he got them in a few street fights. He recovered quickly, stumbling back with a shocked expression on his face.

  I was trying to look tough but I was pretty sure my shaking hand that was holding the gun was giving me away. The guy took a few steps back, his hands held up in surrender. “Just relax. Nothing to be pointing guns about.” He stopped, glancing around the room out of the corner of his eyes, trying to feel out his surroundings.

  “Get in the closet,” I demanded, unsure of what else to do. I stepped out of the closet slowly, keeping my gaze on him the entire time.

  His eyes were on the gun.

  “Jennifer,” he said slowly. “I’m not getting in the closet and we both know you aren’t going to shoot anyone so why don’t you just put the gun down and we can talk about this like grown ups.”

  My insides started to turn at the sound of my name. How did he know who I was? I had never seen him before in my life. I studied him trying to place his face, trying to figure out if I had ever seen him before. But it was no use; his face didn’t register with me anywhere.

  “Get in the closet!” I demanded, pulling the safety back on the gun to try and appear more serious than I was.

  The guy sighed and rolled his eyes; like he couldn’t believe he had to deal with such bullshit. “Bitch, you aren’t going to shoot anyone. Put that weak ass gun down before you start to piss me off.”

  “GET IN THE CLOSET!” I was yelling now.

  The guy looked at me like I had lost my mind, and I kind of had.

  “Fine,” he said, annoyed. “Have it your way.” He reached his hand up his shirt and toward the waistband of his pants. I yelled for him to stop but he ignored me, and a second later I saw the top of a gun.

  He was going to shoot me; that was all I could think. He was going to kill me.

  I took the gun in my hand, pointed, and shot.

  The guy screamed, the gun in his hand dropping to the floor. I rushed toward him and grabbed it without thinking. It was covered in blood and I saw the red liquid dripping from the gun onto my hand.

  Fuck.

  The guy started screaming, clutching the spot on his leg where I shot at him. “You fucking cunt! You shot me!”

  “I… I didn’t mean to! You were going to shoot me!”

  “YOU FUCKING SHOT ME YOU BITCH!”

  I heard footsteps coming from the floor above me and I realized I had about 20 seconds before the other guy that was with him came down here to figure out what all the yelling is about. I freaked out, running over to the big guy who was still clutching his leg and grabbed him by the back of the arms and started to drag him into the closet.

  “WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME? LET GO OF ME YOU CRAZY BITCH YOU FUCKING SHOT ME!” I used all my strength to pull his large body all the way to the back of the closet, leaving a trail of blood behind me. “YOU’RE LEAVIN ME IN A CLOSET AFTER YOU FUCKING SHOT ME?”

  I noticed a bunch of towels piled on one of the shelves in the closet and grabbed a few of them, throwing them at the guy. “Here, use these to stop the bleeding.”

  “You stupid pussy bitch! I don’t need towels I need a fucking hospital! Get me out of here!” I slammed the closet door shut, and he started screaming as loud as he could on the other side. What the fuck was I supposed to do now? I could try to get to a phone and call the cops but I didn’t think Trigger would be too happy about that. Not to mention the other guy was still loose somewhere inside of the house.

  “C-money?” The voice came from the top of the stairs, dark and curious. Shit. The guy was at the top of the stairs, looking for his friend. Fuck.

  More screaming came from the closet.

  I grabbed both of the guns and ducked behind the huge plasma T.V. hoping that I wouldn’t have to use one of them again. The screaming from the closet grew louder and more desperate.

  I heard the guy start coming down the stairs to look for his boy. My luck just kept getting better and better tonight. He hit the bottom of the stairs slowly, looking around the basement, taking in the scene before him. More screaming cam
e from the other side of the room and his eyes landed on the closet.

  He shook his head and sighed aloud to himself. “This fool locked himself in the closet.” He moved toward the door of the closet and swung it open slowly to the guy in the closet, which I assumed was C-money. “What the fuck happened to you?” the second guy yelled, rushing into the closet to see what was wrong with his boy.

  I took it as the only chance I was going to get and ran toward the closet, swinging the door shut behind them. I grabbed a chair from the bar that Trigger had and stuck it under the handle of the door, locking them inside.

  The chair started shaking immediately, pounding coming from the other side of the door, demanding that I let them out of there. I clutched the guns closer to me, watching the chair shake back and force violently. It was only a matter of time before he got the door open and then what was I going to do? Shoot him, too? I could run but then what would I do?

  I couldn’t go to the cops. And I couldn’t leave that guy in there to bleed out and die. I needed Trigger and I needed him fast. I dodged up the stairs and grabbed my phone, thankful that it was still there and thankful now that Trigger had somehow gotten my number and texted me earlier in the night.

  I dialed his number fast and let it ring.

  No answer.

  I called again, and again, and again.

  Each time I got no answer.

  What the fuck was he doing? Didn’t he know I needed him right now?

  I tried another dozen times before he finally picked up. It sounded muffled like he was sneaking off to answer the phone or something or trying to shield what he was saying from the people around him.

  “Now’s not the best time,” he told me right away.

  “Two guys broke into your house!” I blurted out before he had a chance to say anything else.

  “WHAT?”

  “And I shot at one of them! Then locked them both in a closet!”

  Trigger started choking on the other side of the phone. “Where the fuck did you get a gun?”

  “I found it in the house.”

  “WHERE?”