“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.”
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Now…
Jesse Montgomery
AUNT? MY MOTHER doesn’t have a sister, she was an only child, abandoned, that is why I gave her the benefit of the doubt for all these years, she had a rough upbringing, contributing to who she is today.
“Who is she?” I whisper, barely being able to form words.
“She is your aunt, like I said, pay attention. I found her a few years ago, our mother was a coke whore, and sold us both. Thought she could use a little cash, brought her in as informant on Bane and on your father. I wanted him to think hiring her was his idea, he fell for it fast, so obsessed with fucking with you, he never thought twice and keeping him away from you. I knew where you would be that night you killed your father. I knew what he planned and I knew you would retaliate, it worked perfectly.” She huffs and looks at Cierra, “well it was, until she fell in love with Bane.” She says sounding irate. Cierra steps back as if my mother hit her, she looks down, then meets my eyes with hatred. She fears my mother.
“She tried to kill you before it was time, she almost fucked everything up.”
I’m so tired, I could be hallucinating. Right. That’s it. I start to close my eyes. Feeling weightless as my conscious prepares to protect itself.
“Aw, I think we’re losing her” Carl laughs, the painful sting of a palm breaks me out of my bliss, “wake up princess, the fun hasn’t even started yet”
“Don’t. Touch. Her.” Bane hisses, surprising that he cares, just a minuet ago he was talking about killing me himself. “She is mine, you should know that. Mine to fuck. Mine to kill. Mine to do whatever the fuck I want to with.” Oh, there he is.
I am weakening, I can feel it, I’m holding on for some fucked up reason. The past four years has officially taken its toll. I give up. I am ready for death. I just hope Bane makes it out of her too. She can’t win.
My heart can’t take anymore, “p-please. I don’t c-care anymore. Just end it” The words forced out through painful breaths. Every time I breathe my chest feels like it is being ripped out through my ribcage. Which is also broken, and the cuts on my back are not shallow. I can see the blood pooled on the floor.
“Oh, dear, you think it’s that easy. I need a few things from you first.” She is petting me like a dog, when she looks up to Bane, “drop the act, it’s not fooling me. I knew you would never kill her, no matter what you think she did. I blackmailed her, and the worst part she didn’t budge when I threatened her, oh no, she crumbled when I threatened you.”
“W-what do you want, mother.” I sob, “when will this end.”
She cackles, “Real soon, dear. First, I need a few things. One you are going to sign this contract that gives everything to me. It predated on your birthday, so the next part will be easy. Because second, you are going to die, then your boyfriend is going to die. Who do you think they will pin your death on?”
She nods to Trent and he comes around carrying a knife and Bane still hasn’t moved. Is he playing them, or was he going to kill me anyway. He looks to me, sadness in his eyes. He feels guilty, he shouldn’t, this was how it was supposed to go. I have come to terms with my death, he needs to too.
The ties that are binding me to the table are cut and I am yanked to the side out of the way of Carl’s gun that is pointed at Bane’s head. But not before Bane pulls his own. A light appears on Bane chest!
“NO!” I elbow Trent in the ribs and kick him in the groin, I start to run to Bane, when I am pulled back by my hair, a yelp escapes my lips.
“Let me go, mother fu-,” I try to demand, feeling a fight come back at the prospect of Bane being killed. But Trent’s hand comes to my mouth.
“EVERYONE STOP” my mother screams. I struggle trying to get free of Trent’s grasp, “Carl, put the gun down, Bane, unless you want to die now, I would do the same. Trent get her under control”
Bane looks at me, a fierceness I have never seen in his eyes. He knows. He wants to fight. He wants to fight hard, even if we die, we won’t die cowards. A slight tilt of his lip, barely visible, but noticeable to me, told me what I needed to know. I love you, too.
He turns to my mother, gun still pointed at Carl, “You’re going to kill us anyways” Bane states calmly, “that doesn’t mean we will make it easy”
Before anyone has a chance to react, Bane screams “NOW” and I fall to the floor as he puts a bullet in Trent’s head. He goes straight for Carl, and grabs him by the throat. I watch as punch after punch rains down on his face, the girlish screams and the blood. Bane is a monster. My monster.
Out of the corner of my eye I see my mother trying to run for hills with Cierra in tow. Oh, hell no, bitch. I run to my mother and grab her by the throat and straddle her as she tries to break free. Not a fucking chance, I want answers.
“WHY???” I scream in her face spit falling out of my mouth in anger.
“I want what was mine, that isn’t too much to ask”
I shake her, hard, her head hits the concrete floor, “You did all this for greed”
“No, you stupid girl, I did all this because I wanted too”
I feel something blunt smash against my head and look to find Cierra holding a rock, dizziness takes over and fall to the side.
“Hey little lamb” she smirks, “miss me”
“Like I miss cancer and the bubonic plague.”
“Come I had fun carving my little nickname for you into your stomach. You will always remember. You will also remember I had him first.”
“Wow, how petty”
I sit back up and step back, putting some space between us. My mother had gotten up off the floor and has joined Cierra in a defensive stance against me.
“Just give me answers” I plea, trying to appeal to my mother as her daughter.
“Why did you both hate me”
“God you’re so needy,” she rolls her eyes, “You were a reminder to your father he would never have a male heir, me, you were a whiny bitch who tried to take me away from my lifestyle. You were an inconvenience, I should have sent you away just like Travis, but your father wouldn’t let me. Danny, on the other hand had potential, but you swarmed your way around his heart”
The sound of gunshots breaks us out of our own personal wars, Bane against the man who hired him to be a killer, and me against the mother who was going to fuck me over from the beginning. Carl falls to the floor.
A man with white hair in a wheel chair, holds a gun, pointed at the ceiling.
“The snipers are taken care of, take care of business and let’s get on the road. I don’t fancy killing women, so take care of her yourself and meet us outside”
When I turn back to my mother, she is gone and so is Cierra. No, I didn’t get all my answers. I feel a hand land on my back.
“Let it go, we will see her again, I’m sure”
He turns me so I am facing him, he is bruised and scratched up but, giving our circumstances, he looks beautiful. He smirks, making him look sexy as hell. He brings his lips to my ear and places a soft kiss just below my lobe.
“Come home, with me” he whispers. He places his lips to mine and kisses me like he has craved my breath for centuries. His tongue moves with mine and I show some resistance until my body relaxes and molds into him. The kiss is sending a different message then his words. This feels like a goodbye.
His hands come up to my back and I flinch and a hiss escapes my lips. He breaks the kiss and he looks concerned. I almost forget the torture and abuse my body has undergone.
“Let’s go, you need a doctor and I need you”
I nod. Still in bliss, not feeling any pain, because things are right again. I’m going home, with Bane.
Bane looks at the man in the wheelchair and look passes between them.
“Let me get her, home”
Home.