Bound By Blood & Steel

Prologue

How the hell has my life come to this?

My heart was racing in my chest and the dizziness threatened to consume me as I gazed at the lifeless body before me. FUCK!

A chill spread through my whole body, I was desperately trying to fight away the terrify thoughts of what had just happened out of my mind.

My ripped dress. The knife on my neck. His hands all over me.

Nausea overwhelmed me and I started to feel the bile rise in my throat. I tried to take In the cold air to steady myself, but it was no use. Panic rose within, and the air felt thin, suffocating and the dizziness won. My hands skimmed across the carpark gravel as I tried to stop myself from falling face first into the ground. I squeezed a handful of gravel and swallowed hard, trying to stop the feeling of being sick.

I glanced up at Christian, I've never seen him so angry. He was panting with rage shouting down the phone, to whom I can only assume is my brother.

He turned to look as me as he hung up the phone. "Sam will be here soon." His eyes searched mine, looking for what, I wasn't sure. They were so hard, almost grey. Not the caring sky blue that I'm used too.

I was trying to hold my tears in, not wanting to show how much all this effecting me. My eyes travelled to Kit's body once again.

You fucking idiot! Why did you have to do it? Why couldn't you just leave me alone?

I don't know how long I was sat there, staring at his lifeless body, but movement to my left caught my attention.

Oh God.

Sam strode towards me, his shoulders back, brows pulled together and his lips pulled together. He was hard to read, this could only two ways. And I don't think I will like either of them.

As he got closer he knelt down and gently touched my face. "JJ, It's time to go."

JJ? he hasn't called me that since we were kids. I stared into his eyes, not overly sure what I'd find there, I wasn't sure I even wanted too find out. But all I saw was tenderness. Unusual. My brother didn't do tenderness often, he was always the punch first ask questions later type. So to see that his features had softened was a rare sight.

As he helped me to my feet, searing pain shot through my stomach. The several kicks Kit laid on me must have caused more damage than I thought.

Before I knew what was happening, Christian picked me up and carried me to the club car. "come on baby, I've got you."

All I could think about was why? Why didn't he stop? He would still be alive if he stopped.

Christian settled me in the back of car, his now clear blue eyes met mine. Instead of them being cold they were full of concern, "Will you be okay here? You know...while me and Sam deal with the body?"

I nodded and he left me.

Left me to deal with KIt's body.

Just another days work for the club. My dads club. The Brotherhood MC.

The club I grew up around.

Shit, how has my life come to this.....