My heart was pumping and pumping fast. The stinging in my chest getting stronger and stronger. I pulled my hand up to my sight as I ran heels clicking on the pavement and crunching beneath the snow. My fingers were covered with more red now. I placed my hand back to my side, warm liquid pouring through my fingers. I hadn't expected this, no one warned me. I should've been ready, should've had that biretta tucked into the waistband of my jeans!
The footsteps echoed behind me like pounding baseballs hitting cement. My heart was pounding, my legs hurt, and running further drawing the cold Boston air into my lungs was beginning to announce a burning fire creeping up through my throat. I let my mouth open drawing my breath out, drawing more cold air in. To week to scream, to naive to think straight. I was only a block away from the black mustang now. Covered in blue and midnight purple tribal swirls.
I hadn't seen it coming when he pulled the knife. Just thought he was another customer, someone there to drown their sorrows in coke, weed, heroine, meth, anything above the 200 sort! I was in deeper shit than the 4 inch, maybe 5-inch hole in my side. I'd lost 600 tonight. There was no way around the punishments I'd receive... if and that's a damn big if. If I made it through this alive.
Adrenalin pumping throughout me mixing with pain. To dry to scream, nothing to defend myself, and running through the back alleys of Boston with a bag full of cocaine, meth, and heroine. He was right I was damn stupid. Not that he gave a shit about me. Just thought I was some princess who got off my her daddy talking Bones into extra labor in return of me not getting the shit knocked out of me. He hated the fact that I was smarter at times in ways he wasn't. Only this time he had turned out to be right.
I rounded another corner nearly knocking into the two ragged men warming hands over the fire. I pumped my legs faster letting gasp and little whimpers of pain escape my burning lungs. He was gaining on me; there was no way I'd make it to my car in time. A vibrating in my pocket brought the lurching in my heart out. I brought my left hand quickly around and reached into the pocket of my jeans. I flipped the phone open, the vibration warming my hands. "Hello." I choked out.
"Where the fuck are you tonight? If your not here in at least 10 more fucking minutes Bones isn't the only thing you have to fucking worry about!" He hissed.
"B-Bodie." I screamed which only resulted in a whisper. "Bodie."
"Bryn, Bryn what the hell?"
"Bodie Blade, Blade he's dirty, he..." I wheezed out.
"Bryn I can't fucking here ya speak up!"
"BODIE!" I tried yelling more frantically.
It was no use my throat was too raw to scream anymore. I threw the phone backwards at the leather claded Blade Johnson. Customer of the Darley gang, and my deal for tonight. He seemed loyal always paying in advance, always buying high. Tonight when I had my back turned, my first mistake pulling out his bag of coke he pulled a knife suddenly and stuck me in the side. I had no other choice, but to run and run fast.
I was growing weaker by the second. I heard the roar of an engine and as I rounded the corner I saw it, I saw the other black mustang with red tribal swirls parked near the bridge. Billy, I thought. It was he who had warned me that my stupidity would get me killed, he always bullied me, threw extra loads and shit towards me. I was the girl that knew him all our childhood and most of all I belonged to the Darley gang. Yes I know what you're thinking I had to do to get in. I did it yes, but was it an innocent kill? No!
He was someone who had harassed me for so long. My ex- boyfriend Cam. Billy never liked him, never liked any of the men I dated. He only acted like what was important to him was making sure I felt like an ass when I screwed up. His bottle of Jack Daniels, his hookers, his occasional, coke, and weed, his precious car, and his pistol sitting in the waist band of his jeans. Something that never phased anyone, only me was that in the midst of all that anarchy he looked out for me. Sometimes he even took punishments from Bones for me. Only he'd punish me later, nothing to bad. Billy and I never had a sexual relationship, never even a kiss. He acted like I was shit, dirt under his boots in that department. I didn't look too bad to myself. 5'4', blue eyes, a DD cup, curvy hips, medium length hair chocolate brown; uneven fringe with caramel highlights. My makeup was smoky, normal jeans your average range of t-shirts. I had a unique collection of tops, and far too many jeans, heeled boots, biker boots.
Now by this time I know your all wondering what my story is and how a twenty two- year old young woman getting involved with Boston's most notorious gang happened. I was born on May 2nd, 1986 here in Massachusetts. My mother died when I was a baby left me with my father Mark Willows. He was a worker in Bones Body Shop from my birth. He always tried to protect me, up until I was 15 when Bones sought me out for good use. Thought I could sell the product better than his son Billy who was 21 at the time could. I grew up with the Darley boys and Billy's group of friends.
My name is Bryn Willows, no middle name, and no back-story. Only that I have been selling drugs for at least seven years. I was joined into Billy's gang as a way of making my mark in this world. Billy taught me how to shoot, sell, and protect myself. In a way he was my guidance into this world. We never really got along to well. But whenever I needed him or the gang he was always there. Joe and I got along so well. Hell Joe even took my virginity. There's nothing more to say about me right now. Things had gotten much tighter since last summer. Last summer Joe had been stabbed by a man named Nick Hume; the war was drought out.
Nick attacked the entire Darley gang. We all survived; Tommy woke from coma two months after. I'll never forget the night Nick came to the office with a stash of guns and a fucked up agenda. Took the life out of me and Bodie almost to save Billy in the chapel. It's all passed now, Billy's persona to care for Joe after that happened made things run a little tighter and a little more careful.
I run faster toward the mustang trying to shout out. "Billy." I wheeze out.
I see him emerge from the grafited covered walls of the Underpass Bridge. Dressed in the long brown leather trench coat, tight black jeans, and long sleeved black shirt. Cross necklace hanging down, biker boats peaking beneath the jeans.
I can hear the Blade not far behind. I only have one choice. I stop, the pain in my lungs making me want to scream out. The blood is beginning to drip from my nose. I look around and look down snowflakes begins to wet my hair. I stop! I smirk and bend down taking the icy wetness of winter beneath my hand balling it up. Red staining it. I pull my right arm back and with all my strength I throw it. It hurls straight for the windshield of the mustang and slams into just as he opens the door.
He looks around yelling. Jaw clenched tight he tilts his head back sniffing. "Who the fuck..." he trails off, as he looks in the direction it came from. I start off running towards him hearing a bang behind me. Blade pulled out his pistol. His face goes rigid blue eyes dark with icy, darker than the cold whipping at my face. He darts towards me grabbing me. He grabs my arm as I reach him and throws me to the ground as he fires. Making on lookers around the fire yelp. "Johnson you mother fucker." He yells firing.
The cold is soaking through my jeans and black knitted top. The loud fire goes silent. The only sound of the snowflakes and hail hitting the ground all around us. Blade has disappeared leaving nothing, but the swirling wind and musk of snow clouds in his footprints in the snow. Billy steps out looking into the dark. I hear his ragged breathing before the crunching of the boots coming toward me. He bends down, the smoke smell radiating off him, mixed with cold sweat, his cheeks red from the wind, his baldhead and goatee dripping wet with snowflakes.
"Bryn, Bryn. Ya better fucking answer me! What the fuck were you doing?"
"He-he stuck it-he stuck me, with a with a." I tried to get out failing as the blood began to soak up with the cold. I began shivering.
"Move your goddamned hands!" Billy ordered.
I moved aside my hands without resistance. My fingers covered with blood. My shirt was stained to a dark almost purple color. "Shit!" He growled.
"What the fuck? How the hell did this happen?"
He pulled the waistband of my jeans out, his warm hands sending shivers down my spine even more than the cold. "Where the fuck is the gun I gave your sorry ass? Are you fucking crazy? Never go out on a fucking dealing without it! I don't care if the fucker has candy and a fucking black tie!" He shrugged out of his jacket putting it around me.
He picked up my bag out of the snow slinging it over his shoulder. He picked me up and brought me around, opening the passenger door and placing me carefully inside. He got back and got it slamming the door. I could hear his ragged breathing. He started the car. His driving was even faster tonight, the car sliding all over the icy road. His hands gripping the wheel so tightly, his knuckles turning white. He had the heat going, but his breath released cold air. He shook his head. The last thing I remember him saying is "You better not die on me Willows." before my eyes fluttered shut.
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