Disco Bomb

Chapter 15

  (A/N: This was the second scene for obvious reasons)

May 19th, 2017. 7:45 PM

   Jack screamed in agony, doubling over and tightening the rope around my shoulders. I screamed in every other negative emotion, especially fear. Dane smiled and walked out the door.

   I stopped screaming and tried my absolute best to remain calm -- which wasn't very much. My hands were shaking and my voice was about to break. "Jack? Where'd he hit you?"

   He clenched his teeth. "Gut."

   Shit.

   I took a deep breath. My eyes immediately went to the knife on the floor. If I had any chance of saving his life, I had to get that knife and cut us free. "We need to move the chairs to your left." I jumped and jerked to my right.

   Jack shouted again. "The rope..."

   "Don't talk. Just help me." I squeezed his hand. He squeezed back.

   The chair lifted off two of its legs. I swayed for a moment before the chair tipped and we both crashed to the floor. I bit down on a grunt, ready to scream again until I saw how close the Swiss Army blade was to my hand. With considerable effort, I pulled my hand forward and wrapped my fingers around the handle. I flipped the knife in my hand and sawed furiously against the rope.

   Then my hand was free. I reached around and freed my other hand, sighing. "This almost feels too easy."

   "Carmen... Nothing is easy with... A bullet in my stomach."

   I bent over and cut the ropes around our feet, then put down the knife. With one hand still holding Jack's, I used the other to push the rope around my shoulders. Minutes later, I slipped the ropes over my head and we both fell to the floor, no longer suspended by the chair.

   Jack didn't move. I cursed when I realized how uneven his breathing was. I got up and propped him against the wall, ripping off his jacket and tearing open his shirt.

   And cursed again.

   There was way too much blood. The bullet had gone through one side and out the other, leaving two gaping holes with blood oozing out like there was no tomorrow. But there had to be. I wasn't going to let him die, not here, not now, not ever.

   I grabbed his jacket and tied it around the wound, making several knots so tight Lane gasped with each one. It was the best I could do with all the limited supplies. But it would work. I put his hands over where the impromptu bandage covered the bullet holes, pressing them against his wounds. "Hold your hands there. It'll slow the bleeding."

   And then I kissed him on the lips.

   After a few seconds, I stood and grabbed my gun off the table. "I'll be right back after I finish kicking ass."

   Jack coughed out a laugh, smiling. "You... Do that."

   I smiled back and opened the back exit, knowing Dane had locked the door to the stairway. I stepped into the rain, revenge in my heart and destruction in my hand.