Page 59 of Sweet Dreams
“What the fuck is going on here?” Mr. Montgomery calls out, gripping my hair tight until I hiss in pain.
My gaze bounces from guy to guy holding guns. I'm feeling super lost right now. I don't think anybody has a clue about what's happening anymore. With increasing force, Mr. Montgomery yanks on my hair, tilting my chin upwards, causing tears to well up at the corners of my eyes.
“Someone tell me why you assholes decided to barge into my place without introductions?”
“If you want introductions so bad, how about you tell us who you are and why you have a girl tied to a chair?”
I can’t tell who is speaking anymore, but it’s not Silas, Hercules or that Ginger guy. Mr. Montgomery forcefully pulls my head to the side, causing a sharp pain to shoot up my neck. I grit my teeth and breathe sharply through my nose.
“This isn’t your concern; it’s a family issue,” he spat the words out like poison.
“Fuck your family, you stupid prick,” I bit the words out. I watch his jaw tick.
“Oh, I’m tired of this.” He holds a gun and shoots.
The echo of the gunshot blazes through my ears, sending my senses reeling. As I'm thrown to the floor, the weight of my body landing on my shoulder causes a searing burn. Chaos is erupting all around; I watch from the floor as guys hide behind shelving units, boxes and a car as everyone fires shots. I keep trying to wiggle free from my ropes, but it’s still no use. I kick my feet, trying to loosen the ropes around my ankles.
I’m defeated. I can only hope I don’t get shot in the crossfire. I close my eyes and try to ignore what’s going on, and if something happens, at least I won’t see it coming. And as much as I’m angry at Silas, I can’t see if something happens to him.
A hand lands on my shoulder, and my eyes shoot open. I stare into familiar green eyes. I choke back a sob when Silas cups my cheek.
“Shh, Dimples. I’m here.”
My tough girl act crumbles, and the tears flow freely. Silas backs away and pulls a knife out; he keeps one hand on me and guides it down my side to my ankle. His touch alone soothes me. He tugson the rope as he slices through. My top leg drops to the floor, and I groan.
“I’m gonna cut your wrist free; it might hurt, so bear with me.”
Silas slides the knife through the rope, and I take a deep breath as the pain hits my stomach, and my fingers tighten in response.
“Fuck.”
“I know. I’m trying to be gentle.”
A gunshot goes off near my head, and I flinch.
“Teagan, you have to stay still.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Your Royal Highness. I’m not used to having assholes shooting their peashooters around my fucking head.” I side-eye him.
“I missed your sarcasm.”
And who’s fault is that? It wasn’t mine; I didn’t do anything to ruin what we had going on. He may be acting like my white knight, but that’s not enough for me to forget what he did. Pressure on my shoulder is relieved when he frees my wrists, and it drops forward. I roll onto my stomach and stay there, trying to find comfort from the cold cement flooring.
Silas places his hand on my back. “Teagan, we need to get you out of here.”
“Si, we need to leave before the cops show up; we lost the husband somewhere.”
I roll onto my back with a groan and see it’s Hercules. “Hey, big guy.”
“Hey, Sugar. We need to go. Can you walk?”
I move my ankles, and sharp pain radiates up my legs. Nothing compared to my bleeding wrists. “Yeah, I can walk.” I prop myself up on my elbows and attempt to turn my head, but Silas blocks my view.
“You don’t need to see anything, Dimples.”
“Don’t Dimples me when a dead guy is laying over there.” I’m beyond pissed. And so much is running through my mind. How the fuck did he figure out about this place? Is he in on this? Is this a part of his carjacking life?
Hercules grabs me by the armpits, lifting me. Silas tries to reach for me, but I quickly dodge out of his way. “Don’t fucking touch me. You may have saved me, but our relationship ends there. I haven't forgiven you, and we are not friends.”