CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Lamika screamed as she was cruelly hauled off of the pole, her freshly branded shoulder throbbing. She hit the pavement on her hands and knees and coughed through her tears. Slowly, she started to get up but winded up eating concrete as a heavy boot was planted on her bare back.

"WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM BITCH?"

She managed to flash the two fingered salute.

"Take her out back, pass her around if you like, but I want this whore shot and THIS time, make sure she DOESN'T escape."

Lamika raised her eyes up to the speaker as she was dragged off, blue orbs widening. "NO! Fucking shoot me now!" She screamed desperately, not about to go through being raped again.

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David heard Lamika screaming and stopped instantly, him and his group blending in with the darkness. His brown eyes narrowed when he seen her being surrounded by at least six guys who all started ripping at the few remaining clothes left on her. He growled, a blade appearing in his hand.

"LEVIATHAN!" One of them shouted and got the blade in his throat for his troubles.

David smirked wickedly, looking positively cruel and stepped out of the shadows, quickly making his way to Lamika and cut away her restraints. "I got you." He murmured, lifting her up, turning and stabbing another enemy right in the heart when the guy tried to sneak attack him. "KILL THEM ALL!" He ordered.

Lamika snatched a knife from him and slipped away, not caring if her clothes were falling off of her. Her eyes widened when she realized who it was and didn't say a word, just crooked a finger and took off running, slashing at anyone who got to close.

David went through the people like they were nothing. Stabbing one here, slicing another there, blood coating him which only fueled his rage even more. He knew his men had it and followed her, finally coming to a halt when she pointed to a small building, almost like a garage. "Stay here." He growled, walking through the open doors.

Lamika slumped onto the ground, her body one giant ache and just hunched over on her knees, waiting for either David to come back out or someone to shoot her.

"I should've known it was you." David spat once inside.

"Honestly, how could you not have known? I thought the brand on your darling sister's thigh would have given it away. Or didn't you notice… David?"

"Are you ready to die motherfucker?" He asked, his voice low and deadly, baring his teeth. "You killed my sister to get to me, didn't you." It wasn't a question, remembering how the man before him had once been his deadliest enemy back in the old days. "Believe me Mogney, tonight, you're MY bitch."

"I killed your sister because she was snooping around writing some mealy mouthed little article about the 'gangs' of her hometown. She came here one weekend, did some investigating and found out a little too much. I had her kidnapped, brought here and… well the rest is history. You being her brother wasn't' something I'd known… until she mentioned it, begging me not to hurt her." Mogney smiled serenely, truly twisted. "She begged so sweetly, she was such a GOOD girl, best cock sucking slut there ever was. Too bad I had to kill her."

"I hope you enjoyed that because now it's your turn to die a sick and twisted death." David said coldly.

Two silver discs flashed before Mogney's right arm dropped to the floor, blood spraying over the walls.

"My sister was just doing her job." He threw two more. "You're going to wished you NEVER fucked with her."

Mogney was now on the ground, bleeding to death from the loss of his upper limbs. He coughed, looking like he was about to go into shock, his eyes moving past David to Lamika who had appeared in the doorway to watch. "I should have killed you…" He rasped, his eyes unfocused for a minute before looking back at David, flashing another twisted grin, though it was obvious he was in serious pain. "LAMIKA is the one who LED me right to Samantha." He revealed, hunching over, coughing violently. "Right to her…"

"She might have led you to her, but YOU'RE the one who murdered my sister." David stated, no remorse shining in his eyes, throwing another blade, this time lodging it right in Mogney's chest. "Lamika was just your little tool in this Mogney, but that doesn't matter. I have Samantha's REAL murderer!" He finished off the man by placing his massive hands on either side of Mogney's head and twisting, hearing the sickening snap and smiling grimly.

He slowly turned around to stare down at Lamika. "It's over Mika." He said in a softer tone. "It's finally over."

Lamika backed away from him, not sure if he was going to kill her or not, her eyes wide. "I didn't know David!" She whispered, wincing, a hand flying to her shoulder before dropping to her knees, groaning and beginning to cough. "Fuck…" She hissed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, falling to her back and started laughing, everything around her sliding out of focus. "Fuck… this is what I get…" She shook her head, coughing again before going limp.

David's eyes widened as he immediately picked her up. "Don't you die on me, Lamika!" He ordered harshly, running out of the house with her in his arms, looking up when he seen his gang assembled before him. "Torch this place." Were his orders before hauling ass out of there.

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"Internal injuries, nothing broken thank god but some severe bruising. Lacerations on her back, almost like a whip or something really sharp was used on her…"

Lamika groaned, hearing some voices floating in and out of her head.

"Some kind of burn, a brand, on her left shoulder… any longer and it would have been seriously infected… minor scrapes…"

She opened her eyes, flinched and closed them again. "Someone dim the damn lights…"

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David was now back at his house, freshly showered, all traces of Leviathan gone. He'd paid off the guys he'd recruited after they confirmed the place was torched, then the nightly news showing the scene, flames raging from the camp. He smirked, flicking off the television and padded over to the window.

It was done. The deal was over with. David had already given the hospital his billing information, paying for everything needed to care for Lamika. He knew she didn't know what she'd done with Sammy, and he also knew he'd probably never see her again.

Sighing, David finally walked over to the fireplace and threw the picture of Samantha he'd been carrying in it, watching as the flames devoured it, tears rolling down his cheeks. He downed his glass of whiskey, resting a hand on the mantle. "Goodbye Sammy."