𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 | machine gun kelly

13

Colson Baker's pov; 

BLOOD POUNDED THROUGH MY VEINS as I slammed the car door shut and rushed towards the entrance of the hotel. Rook, Dominic and Travis were hot on my heels, their car doors shutting in sync after mine. I didn't turn to look at them, my head clouded and my eyes focused, I pushed past a bellhop and approached the elevator in the hotel lobby. It will be quicker than taking stairs all the way to the 6th floor. 

The elevator opened and I trudged inside, Rook, Travis and Dominic filling in after me as the elevator doors dinged close. The 6th floor was highlighted on the number panel. Blood was rushing to my ears, my palms tightening in fists into themselves, ready to pound the shit out of the two motherfuckers. 

"I'm sure she's alright," Dom spoke into the tense silence of the elevator. 

Nobody spoke them, as I tried to control myself. Trippie wasn't fucking aware of this. He thought his girlfriend was in bed, having left the show early because she was tired. He had been pissed when he'd noticed she'd left. He'd left for a bar straight after. I had no intention of telling him about any of this, about her, about me, about these fucking things I was feeling for his girlfriend. 

A minute later, the doors dinged open into the hallway of the 6th floor. I sprinted towards Davinia's hotel room. The door was ajar, I barged in. 

Harry and Stuart stood in the middle of the room, their heads bent over a black bag they held in their hands as Stuart rummaged inside. My eyes instantly found Davina, she was sitting on the floor, her wrists and ankles bound up, her mouth gagged, her back against the leg of the table, her eyes shut. Anger pulsed in me harder than it had any time after the phone call. 

"Davina," I murmured through clenched teeth.  

"Look who finally decided to show up," Harry spoke, turning as he spotted us standing in the doorway. 

"You motherfucker," I leaped towards him and grabbed his throat, slamming him against the nearest wall. His face turned red, then purple as he choked, my grip tightening in fury. 

"You don't want to be doing that, mate," Stuart called and my head snapped towards him. He had quickly sprinted towards Davina, the gun in his hand pointed to her unconscious form. 

"Yo, whoa," Rook shouted, "Dude, drop the gun." 

"Is she dead?" Travis' perked up, his voice slow.  

"She is very much alive," Stuart responded, then his eyes pinned on me, "But she won't be any longer if you don't let him go." 

"Fuck you," I growled at Harry, then shoved him away from me as he stumbled on his feet to get away, coughing. 

Once Harry was a safe distance away, Stuart smirked. "Gave us quiet the trouble, she did. Kicked Harry here in his balls at one point and then he tried to sleep with her."  

I tensed and before I could make a move, Dominic grabbed my arm in caution and held me back. 

"I wouldn't have slept though," Harry grinned. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you both?" Dominic asked angrily, "This is between us. You want the money? you'll get it. We had a deal." 

"Yeah," Rook added, "What the hell made you think we'd go back on our word? You get that man in LA, then you take care of the other in San Diego, you get your due, then you get the fuck out. What part of that did you not get?" 

A slow whimper sounded and our attention diverted towards Davina. She was wide awake now, her eyes glassy, her brows raised, her shoulders shaking. She met my eyes and I felt the entire system inside me cease. She was terrified. Her eyes were begging me, her chest heaving up and down as she struggled to breathe.