Retribution for Her

Chapter 6

GRAY pov

I wake up to noises. I hear shattering and grunts. I force the sleepiness out of my eyes and look to the chair. It's empty. I burry myself in the blankets and lay still. Soon, the bedroom door swings open and Keeve rushes to my side. He starts to grab for me and I push away.

"Love, we need to go. It's not safe here anymore. I promise I won't hurt you but we have to hurry." Keeve says. I have to make a decision quickly. Do I trust this man? Death trusts him. I make up my mind.

I grab ahold oh his shoulders and he lifts me up out of bed. My feet hit the floor. He pulls two guns out of the back of his pants.

"Grab onto the back of my belt love and stay close. Keep your body behind me. We're gonna move fast." He whispers and I obey. I'm scared but at least his guns aren't pointed on me. 

We make it to the living room and that's when I see two bodies on the floor. I gasp but keep moving. They look too big to be my dad but I try not to think about it. I don't know if they are dead but the room shows signs of a struggle. I cling to Keeve, another stranger that I'm forced to trust. The front door is laying in pieces on the floor. We move quickly to the elevator and take it down to the garage. The only sounds are our rapid breathing.

"Stay behind me. Do not let go." His words come out quiet but clipped. The elevator dings and I close my eyes and bury my face in Keeves shirt. My bare feet slap on the cement floor as he jogs us to a black Harley. Crap. I've never been on a motorcycle before. No time to think.

He pulls me around the front of his body. Keeping me tight on him. My hands grip his shirt. He turns me, lifts me and plants my butt on the bike. I straddle it and grab the handlebars. I feel his firm body slide in behind me. His left arm wraps tightly around my waist. He roars the engine to life and we take off like a rocket. I don't know where to put my hands or what to hold onto. 

"Wrap your hands around my left arm and hang on tight love." He yells over the roaring engine. My hands clamp onto his forearm. He drives fast. Weaving in and out of traffic with only one hand on the handle bar.

We drive away from the busy downtown streets. We make our way to a somewhat nice neighborhood about 10 minutes later. Keeve slows down and pulls his bike in front of a nice small house in a subdivision. He pulls up in front of the garage and the large door opens for him. Once the bike is inside, the door closes behind us. He shuts off the bike.

I take a deep breath and let go of Keeve's arm. I feel my nails pulling themselves out of his skin and I feel bad. He doesn't seem to notice. He steps off the bike and I feel myself being lifted off. My feet touch the cold floor. 

Keeve tucks me to his side and pulls me into the house. He flips the light switch and I take in my new surroundings. The house is small but clean. The furniture is colorful and the chairs are mismatched. Mostly the place is empty. No pictures hang on the walls.

"Where are we?" I ask.

"My house. Come on." He gabs my hand and takes me to a bedroom. The bed is big and covered in bright red bedding. I sit on the bed and watch Keeve scroll through his phone. The clock on the nightstand reads 2:41 am.

"Boss we have a problem....yes...your place was compromised....two of Roman's men down and the door is broken...she is safe...my house....understood." He stops talking and brings the phone over to me. I put it to my ear.

"Hello?" 

"Baby. You ok?"Death asks. I sigh my relief.

"Yes...I'm fine. I didn't see what happened. I woke up to noises but Keeve got to me and got me out. He...protected me." I say the last words through a sob. The tears roll down my cheeks.