Speak For Me

Knuckles

*Corbyn POV*

My eyes gloss over as I keep my vision focused on my wife, as Zach picks her up, literally dragging her from the house.

My heart aches as I watch her leave, again, but she needs to, this time I'm pushing her away, so she's safe.

Zach and Daniel will take her back to Adell's apartment to pick up Charlotte, then they'll head to the hotel I've been staying in while I've been in New York. If none of my men hear from me in the next 48 hours, they'll catch a flight back to California without me, and my family will be placed in a safe house, until my body is found.

My heart sinks at the thought of only seeing my second daughter, once. I never got to hold her, I hardly got to touch her, she might have not even heard me when I said that I loved her. I wish I just had five more minutes with her.

I suck in a deep breath, to keep any tears from falling as I listen to Cassidy scream and cry, begging for me to come with her, and I wish it was that easy. Maybe it would've been, maybe if we had a shoot out like Daniel suggested but I couldn't risk Cassidy or Elizabeth being in the crossfire. I'd never be able to forgive myself if one of them got hit.

"Somebody beat the living shit out of him, but don't kill him!"

"No!" I hear Cassidy yell, as a man with dark black hair and shit caramel eyes, kicks the front door closed, blocking the path of me to my wife.

I place my hands into the pockets of my black dress pants, I let my eyes roam around the room, bouncing off the six people that stand around me, waiting for my death, and to the man, dead from Daniels bullet.

"My pleasure." My eyes move back to the man by the door, but as my head moves to the right, towards the man, a hard fist lands on my cheek bone and I stumble back into the wall behind me.

My tongue subconsciously runs along my teeth, just to make sure they're all still in place and that I haven't lost any. Although blood pools in my mouth, I can't help but smirk.

Each punch the man throws at me, I laugh. A deep chuckle rumbles through my throat as I get knocked to the ground. I lay on my back, laughing as the punches turn to kicks, and the man doing the beating becomes more hesitant.

My eyes meet the man who was holding Elizabeth, the one keeping her safe, he looks like he's about to be sick. His face wasn't apart of the list Daniel gathered of people living here. He almost looks familiar, but he turns to walk away before I can place where I know him from.

Blood pools out of my mouth and rolls down the sides of my cheeks, ribs are bruised and no doubt broken, but this is all humorous to me. This whole thing would be cleared up, within seconds, if they checked my damn pockets.

"He's a fucking psychopath!" A boot blocks my view as it kicks directly onto my nose, sending my head to face the ceiling as I hear the familiar sound of my nose breaking.

The sounds around me begin to tune out as the ringing in my ears over powers all other sounds. My eyes focus on the white ceiling above me as my body feels like it's swaying but I know I'm laying still.

My mind envisions Cassidy, my beautiful, loving wife, and I can't help but push out a soft smile as I close my eyes, thanking god that she's safe, away from this place. And Elizabeth, that sweet, innocent newborn, I only got to see her for a minute, but my body has already grown attached to her.

If I make it out of here alive, I will spend the rest of my life protecting those three girls.

Mumbled voices get heard between the loud ringing in my head, and a face comes into my view. Only then do I realize how bad the room is spinning.