Hell's Angel: Devil's Backbone (BK 2)

Witness

Dani's POV
(Nightwing27th)

I knew the exact place on the docks the note was referring to. The same place where I first saw his true colors. The same place where Matt and I got our butts kicked by Nobu. And Fisk. I sighed, the memories of that night flooding in as I walked through the front door. I walked up to the second floor. It looked pretty well near the same.

The large open cement room with a few creates here and there. Guess that's standard for an abandoned building. I sighed. Part of me wants to feel bad for going all 'Jessica Jones' on Keith. But the other part knows that he deserves much worse than that. I thought I was done with him, I thought I was done with those feelings. But I guess it's true what they say: no matter how much of a woman you become, a broken girl is still a broken girl.

That's the part that angers me the most. That this whole thing is drugging up the past, making me feel all that nonsense that I swore I'd never feel again. I glanced to my left and stopped. The window that Matt had jumped out of when I told him to go was still broken. "Well, well, well." I heard a clap with each 'well'. I rolled my eyes and looked to my left, my body following.

Ben walked out into the middle of the room. He stopped, sliding his hands into his pants pockets. He was dressed in a black suit, as if he were still working for Fisk. "I see you got the note," he said. "Have a nice conversation with our old man? I know how much you love him."

"Where's the girl?" I asked sternly. I don't have time for, nor do I want to, play his games. He looked me over, raising an eyebrow. I wore street clothes: jeans, shirt and hoodie. No weapon. That he could see. The feel of my gun's cold metal at the small of my back gave me an empowered feeling. It felt good. Safe.

"Oh, straight to business, I see. Well, it appears Ward was successful. You're welcome, by the way." I clenched my fists at my sides. "Oh, I'm sorry. Was that a touchy subject?"

"Give me the girl."

"She has a name you know. It's Carly," he taunted. "Imagine my surprise when I learned dear old daddy had settled down with a new woman. There's another girl, you know. She's four. Her name's Stephanie."

"Just stop!" I said. "What do you want with me?"

"I just want you dead," he shrugged. He said it like it was nothing. Like it was common knowledge and everyone wanted the same thing. Two men came in through a side door, dragging the girl. Her hands were tied in front of her. "So," Ben said. "You know how this works, you for her. Come on, I got places to be." Another five men walked in and stood guard around Ben and his hostage.

"Yeah, a grave."

He chuckled. "Left myself open for that one." He walked toward Carly, and my hand itched to move. It wanted the gun, to shoot him. I ignored it. If I shoot too soon, she could die. And I will not have her caught in the crossfire. I have other plans for that. I watched intently, my trigger finger getting itchy.

"Which will it be?" he asked, high on himself, thinking he's won. "Are you still a hero, sis?" I looked around, pretending to debate it. I put my left hand on my hip and sighed very overdramatically. "Okay," I huffed. "Congratulations, Ben-" My eyes locked onto his. He was smirking. But I saw it in his eyes...he's lost. "-You won." I reached behind me for my gun, as gunshots filled my ears. Ah, I sighed. The Barrett M82 .50cal. Music to my ears.

Bullets started tearing through bodies before I had my gun out. I know...the gun is a bit overdramatic. And I know, it's a long range rifle. Not meant for shooting someone forty feet away. But, hey...beggars can't be choosers. And Ben pushed my hand. The two men holding Carly dropped dead, creating an ocean of blood. The other men pulled out their guns and began looking for the shooter.