OWNED PART II: BLAZING DEVILS MC (7 page)

“Yeah,” I said,
not really meaning it.

“You sure? Because
you seem… distracted.”

Carl was an older
guy with thin hair and a nice smile. He had always been super nice to me and
the other girls who worked there. I felt bad for him sometimes because he had
kind of gotten thrown into the way of life out here. He lived in a white suburb
on the other side of town in a nice ranch style house with his three kids and
wife. When the economy went under, he had lost his job and was desperate. Link
must have seen something in him because before you knew it he was running the
place. He had no idea what the deal was with anything. Don’t get me wrong the
restaurant was definitely nice but it was still owned by a Motorcycle Club.

A Motorcycle club
that I was pretty sure used it to ship in and out drugs.

“Yeah, just
worrying about the kids, I guess.” It surprised me how easy the lie rolled off
my tongue, but it wasn’t like I could tell him the truth.

“Well, I’m sure
you will figure it out, dear. You always do.”

I shot him a smile
and he returned the favor.

“Alright, speaking
of kids,” he said, unbuttoning the top button of his dress shirt. “I’m going to
get out of here for the night. You’re on tomorrow, right?” Then he laughed,
placing his hand gently on his forehead. “What am I saying? You’re always on!”

I nodded. “You got
that right.”

“Good, then I’ll
see you in the morning. I’ll bring the coffee.”

I shot him a half
smile. “Sounds good, goodnight, Carl.”

“Goodnight,” he
called, walking toward the kitchen and out the side door.

It was true Carl
was the manager but it was me who was mostly left alone to close at night. He
always wanted to get home to kiss his kid's goodnight and I had worked here so
long that I was a pro at all things by now. Besides, an extra hours pay was an
extra hours pay; no way I was going to turn that down.

I finished the
side work in the dining room and headed into the kitchen to make sure that
everything was wiped down and cleaned when I heard it; the sound of the side
door opening and closing.

For a second I thought
it might be Link but it was too gentle to be him. Link had a certain sense of
presence he brought with him when he walked, you could feel his presence even
before you saw him. No, this was different. It was almost like whoever was in
here with me was trying to walk softly, was trying to not make any noise.

My heart started
to race.

I kneeled down and
ducked behind one of the big metal shelves that lined the kitchen, tiptoeing
gently to peek my head out from behind it. It was a man. He was tall, skinny,
and dark skinned with worm-like dreads that almost covered his whole face. I
could faintly make out a deep scar that ran across his right cheek.

Who the hell was
he? And what was he doing here?

He looked around
the kitchen for a second and then lifted his shirt up and pulled out a small
black gun. He pulled the safety back, letting me know he was ready to use it. I
felt the tears start to spring to my eyes and I shoved my hand over my mouth,
trying to keep any noise I made under control.

He looked up and I
shifted out of sight just in time.

I didn’t know why
or how but I could feel it somewhere deep down inside of me.

This guy was here
to kill me.

I grabbed a knife
off of one of the large wooden shelves in the back of me and crouched down on
the floor. What I was going to do with it I had no idea but I had to have
something. If I came face to face with him I would be dead. Gun beat knife
without a question.

He was dressed all
in black and suddenly I felt like I was in a movie and this was the scene where
I was about to die. I glanced at the side door but he was blocking it, there
would be no way of getting to it without having to run into him. I couldn’t run
out the front door, it had already been locked for the night. Only a manager
had a key to the front door.

The man looked
around again and started to walk toward where I was hiding, moving fast but
silently. Fuck. What the hell was I going to do? I felt his body getting closer
and closer to me and when he turned the corner to the row of shelves I was kneeling
behind I didn’t waste any time sticking the knife directly into his leg.

He gasped,
reaching down and pulling the knife out of his leg with little ease. Blood
started rushing all over the place. He looked down at me with anger in his
eyes. “You stupid bitch.”

I turned around
and started to run but even with a bad leg he grabbed me too easily, dragging
me back and throwing me on the floor. I struggled under his weight, kicking and
screaming as loud as I could. He shoved his hand over my mouth.

His eyes were
pissed off and he spit in my face. His nasty drool slid across my eyes and down
my cheeks. He grinned. “I was just going to shoot you but you had to be brave,
didn’t you? Now, I’m not going to be as nice. Now I’m going to take my time.”

I bit his hand as
hard as I could and he yanked it away, pissed off. Before he had a chance to
recover I kneeled him between the legs and as soon as he took a little bit of
weight off of me I grabbed the knife out of his hand and stabbed him in the
chest as hard as I could and then I pulled the knife out of him and stabbed him
again. Blood started gushing all over the place and onto me.

I pushed him off
of me as he groaned and swore at me; calling me a stupid cunt. I grabbed the
gun from where it had slipped on the floor in the scuffle and pointed it at him
as he crawled around on the floor, gasping.

All I could see
was red. Red all over the floor and shelves, red all over my hands and clothes,
red all over him.

“Just… stay back.”
I found myself somehow stuttering out.

I didn’t know why
I was pointing the gun at him; he was clearly not going anywhere anytime soon.
He could barely move let alone get up to chase after me. Oh, my god, was he
going to die? He wasn’t going to die, was he? He couldn’t die; I had only stabbed
him twice. Didn’t you have to stab someone like a dozen times to kill them?

The side door
swung open and I turned toward whoever walked through it, pointing the gun at
them. I felt the area around me start to get fuzzy and I could hear the slow
moaning of the man on the floor stop. I found myself register somewhere in the
back of my mind that he was dying.

Link looked at me
and at the scene that was unfolding before him.

“Lacey,” he said
slowly, his intense eyes staying calm in spite of everything crazy that was
happening in front of him. “I need you to give me the gun.”

“I didn’t… I
didn’t mean to. He was going to kill me…I don’t know what happened. I had to do
it… I had to… I didn’t want to…”

“I believe you, I
believe you,” Link took a few steps toward me, the gun still pointed at his
head. “Lacey, I need you to give me the gun now.”

My hand started to
shake as he walked closer to me and finally I lowered my arm, allowing him to
take the pistol out of my hand. He took it and tossed it on the counter, moving
toward me.

“Okay, okay,” he
said, wrapping one of his perfect arms around my neck and lifting my head
toward him. “I’m going to fix this but I’m going to need you to do exactly what
I say. Can you do that for me?”

I looked up into
eyes and found reassurance there.

I nodded. “Yeah,
yeah, I can do that.”

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