Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel by Lake, B. (rosie project txt) 📕

the audible crack before I fall backwards and even before my back touches the floor, I can see the blood pooling in my eye. He must have split me open. My head swims, but I fight with everything I have to stay conscious.

"Bedroom." Another of the men says as they walk by the one that has me captive in the bathroom.

What the hell are they going to do to me in the bathroom? I open my mouth to scream again, but the man takes a step in my direction.

"If you so much as open your mouth again I'm going to put a bullet in your head and then have my way with your daughter. Shut the fuck up!"

I instantly snap my mouth shut and just pray that they have already put Lily in the bedroom where they’re trying to take me. The man picks me up, but as much as I try my legs don't seem to want to stay under me. I wobble all over the place before I lean to the side and vomit right there in the middle of the hallway. My head hurts so bad.

"Ugh, you nasty bitch." The man tugs me harder, and I do my best to comply. All the while I observe him and try to remember as much about him as I can. He is about my height with dark brown hair, a scar down his nose, and his eyebrows are so thick they connect. His hair is short on the sides, but longer on the top. He seems to have an accent, but I can't place it.

"Did you leave the tape?" Another man asks. "Yeah, it's on the table. He'll find it."

I look around the room and finally I see Lily. She is crying and tied up, but besides that she looks okay. "It's ok baby. It'll all be over soon." I try to soothe her, but even as I do part of me knows that it won't be. I don't know who they are or what they want, but they aren't looking for any of my jewels. They are not here to rob and there are too many of them to just want to kill. They want something else, to send a message.

"I don't think so." A different man says as he pulls me back towards the bed.

"Please, don't do this." I whisper as he tries to push me back onto the mattress. I've survived this once, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to survive it again. If he raped me now, that was it for me.

He pushes me down and pulls out a thick zip tie, the ones normally used for industrial packing. He pulls my hand up towards the headboard, but I manage to slip it away.

"No get off! Stop!" I scream loud and this time instead of being hit with a gun this man pulls his fist back. He punches me repeatedly, in the head, the stomach, the sides, wherever he could reach without getting off of me. Darkness surrounds me as I felt myself losing consciousness. He pulls my arm up and easily fastens it tightly to the headboard before he does the same to my other side.

My vision comes back slightly, and I see Lily being picked up by one of the men. She is tied up with her feet and hands bound behind her back, her mouth is covered with duct tape. I see her squirming back and forth, but she can't get out. I barely hear her loud squealing screams through the tape.

"Lily. Please." It feels like someone is inside my head beating against my skull like a drum. "Give me my daughter." My voice slurs out.

"No, you won't be getting this one back. You should tell your husband to mind his own fucking business next time. What we did to his sisters happened a long time ago, but now he's killed an asset of ours. He wasn't very important, but it's the principal of the matter, you understand." The man with the scar across his nose and the unibrow leans down to rub some of my hair out of my blood caked face.

I watch as they stuff Lily into a large blue duffle bag and zip it up. They were taking her with them, that is what they were here for. To teach Dillon a lesson.

"No!" I scream again, but even the force of me yelling out is enough to cause me to throw up again. Some of it gets stuck in my mouth and I can feel myself starting to suffocate. I cough it up and some of it lands on the man that is hovering over me.

"Shame, maybe we should have taken you instead." He runs his hands down my body and hovers over the baby bump. "Unfortunately, our clients usually like a younger and purer product. I'm afraid you wouldn't sell very well. Lily though, I doubt she'll be on the market very long."

"Let her go! You have to let her go!" My voice is raw, and my throat is burning. Someone from the side pulls out some more duct tape and puts it over my mouth.

"Tell Wire I said hi." He gets up and shoots me a wink before they walk out of my bedroom with my daughter.

I try to scream, but every time I blink it seems like such a long time until I open my eyes again. I don't know how long I've been laying here, but I can barely keep my eyes open the pain is so intense. I don't hear Lily anymore and my heart feels as if it has exploded into a million pieces.

Not my Lily. I try to scream again, but just as before the force of me screaming forces bile and chunks to rush up to my mouth. This time though I can't turn my head and let it come out of my mouth. I end up having to try and swallow it back down,