Killer Love

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Waking up the next morning I am sore as hell. I get up and look in the mirror and see the bruises on my face. I take out my ointment and put some on the bruises before putting on some concealer and then my makeup and heading out to the store. My ribs are still sore but I have to push through. I can't let anyone know what happened. I head into the store to get what I need and keep my head down before checking out and heading home. I lock myself away until I get a call for another job.

Walking in five hours later from doing a job, five thousand dollars richer, I am sitting on the couch smoking another joint when there's a knock on the door. Looking through the peephole, I see it's my boyfriend Chris. I don't answer. He keeps knocking on the door. "Let me in Willow. I can stand out here all night." he yells. I finally open the door and he slams me against the wall Getting in my face he puts his hand around my throat and says "You don't keep me waiting. I want a key. No more of this knocking shit. I own you. I want twenty four hour access to you. Do you understand me?" he asks and I nod the best I can with his hand still around my throat. "Strip." he tells me. I do what he says and he turns me towards the wall and enters me from behind. Thrusting in and out hard and fast, he finds his release on my lower back before he slings me to the floor and tells me "I'll see you tomorrow." and kicks me before walking out the door.

I go to the shower and clean up and pull out my burner. "Hey kid. What's up?" Tig says. "You remember that favor I said you would owe me?" I ask. "Yeah." he says and his tone is more attentive. "I'm gonna need to call it in. Can you meet me?" he asks. "Thirty? Normal spot?" he asks. "Yeah." I say and we end the call.

Thirty minutes later, I am sitting in our normal spot just inside Chigger Woods. I hear the bikes pull up and I know that Tig didn't come alone. Shit. I see there's three of them. Happy and Quinn get off their bikes as does Tig. As they walk over, I don't look at them. "What can we do for you Kid?" Tig asks. "I need a gun." I tell him. "What?" Tig asks because he knows I don't like guns. He looks at me and grabs my chin and sees my bruised face. "Who did this?" he asks. "Doesn't matter. I need to call in that favor. I need a gun." I tell him. Happy and Quinn walk over and see me tense. Happy tilts my chin and sees the bruising and then looks at Quinn and Tig. Looking back at me he asks "Who did this little girl?" I shake my head and say "Doesn't matter. Can you get me one or not?" I ask as I pull away from Happy. "Yeah. You remember how to use it?" Tig asks. "Yeah." I say. Tig moves to his saddle bag and takes out a small handgun. Bringing it over to me, he says "No serial numbers. You use it, you call me and I'll dispose of it." he tells me and I nod my understanding. After saying my thanks I head to my car and Quinn stops me. "Give me your phone." he says and I do what he says. He puts his number and then Happy's in my phone. "You can't get in touch with Tig, you call me or Hap." he tells me and I nod. Looking at them one more time I say "Thanks guys." before getting into my car and heading home.

I walk in the door at home, make sure the house is locked up and head to bed. Putting the gun under my pillow, I lay down with my phone on the nightstand.

The next few days go by and I haven't seen Chris or heard from him. I've been trying to figure out the easiest way to break things off with him and I know if I do it in person that he will kill me. I pick up my phone and send him a text. We're over. Don't come near me. Don't call me. I double check the locks and make sure I have my gun on me. I don't hear back from Chris so I just hope I got my message across. That night, I am sitting on the couch and have my gun in the back of my pants when I hear a knock on the door. I look through the peephole and see Chris standing there so I take the gun out of the back of my pants and hold it down to my side when I open the door. "What are..." is as far as I got before I was slammed into the wall, my gun knocked out of my hand and Chris is beating the shit out of me again until I pass out.