She Belongs To Him

Chap. 15: I Thought I Actually Killed Her

• Dirty Knives gang above •

After Lane disappeared into his bedroom, Katie showered and changed into her pajamas. Rebel couldn't face her roommate after she saved her and Lola from getting a brutal beating from Lane. The gang members sit in the kitchen table staring into the abyss.

Rebel shakes her head. "I can't believe she did that for me."

Lola rolls her left eye, a bag of peas on her swelled right eye. "She could have at least got on her knees before Boss hit me."

"She acts like she suffered a major tragedy." Margo fake gags and crosses her arms, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen. "My dad sold me for a six pack of beer when I was nine."

Max chuckles cockily, puffing on her third cigarette of the night. "That explains a lot."

"Fuck you, Bitch!" Margo growls, "No matter what I did, my dad always found a way to get rid of me."

"And how does your tragedies out measure Katie's?" Max furrows her brows, shrugging.

Margo glares at the girl with the pixie cut. "Did I mention that he dumped me off at an orphanage once? I ran away and he then sold me for sex all in the same night."

"Makes so much sense." Max repeats herself, causing everyone to laugh. "That's why you're so desperate for Lane's constant approval."

"Well, at least I'm not an air-headed little ninny!" Margo cuts eyes at Max, "I bet if Lane fucked us both, he'd choose me over her."

"You're obsessively jealous." Jett points out, shuffling cards.

Margo groans and storms off. Rebel shakes her head, still in her thoughts.

"I just can't believe it." Rebel shakes her head, biting her bottom lip. "I feel bad for her getting hit. She didn't deserve it."

"I thought that Lane would see she's no better than us." Lola shrugs, "Can you imagine if we had really dyed her hair raven and bobbed it off? Damn."

"You're a bitch." Max's face s finches in disgust.

"Yeah, really Lola." Frankie snarls

Rebel shakes her head at Lola. "I wanted her to fit in so she won't stick out like a sore thumb. Trouble seems to follow when they notice how different she is compared to us."

"What's Boss got on this girl anyhow?" Phoenix arches a thick brow as he carves his initials into the wooden table with a pocket knife, "Its not like she was the one who was getting the dough from Fairfield, so what gives?"

Frankie shrugs. "Well, for starters, she's cleaned up better than the rest of ya. Smells better too."

Lola gives him a dirty look. "That's a weird way to say she's fancy."

"Yeah, and she has manners." Ace arches a brow, "Who the fuck uses those anymore?"

"She doesn't know any better." Max puffs on her cigarette, "Maybe Lane thinks she needs to be protected."

"Or maybe Boss realizes that she doesn't belong here but she was the price from her uncle stealing Boss's money." Frankie shrugs, cracking his knuckles. "He killed him either way."

"Maybe he's warming her up before he fucks her." Lola says sharply, "Then she'll be just like us."

Rebel gives her female partner in her threesome group a disgusted look. "Show some damn respect! Lane could have kicked our asses or worse. Katie protected us."

The turquoise haired girl rolls her eye. "She could have at least dropped to her knees before he hit me."

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The room is dark, a dim light that dangles from the ceiling. It's the only light in the room. Lane walks through the darkness over to the light. He stands there looking around. Suddenly, a steel table appears. A handgun and a single bullet is placed in the center of the steel table. Lane looks around, grabbing the handgun and puts the bullet in.

"Please don't do this to me." A haunting female voice says from all directions.

Lane raises the gun, looking all around. There's nothing but darkness around the light.

"Hello?" Lane calls out, caution in his voice.

"Please don't do this to me." The voice says again.

Lane turns around, pointing the gun in front of him. He begins to pant, his heart racing in his chest.

"Please don't do this to me." The voice says in Lane's right ear, haunty.

Lane turns to his right, firing the bullet. He pants as his blue eyes stare into the dark abyss.

"Lane." He turns to see Katie standing there, a hole in the middle of her pink sweater. "Why did you do this to me?"

Katie shakes her head calmly as the blood begins to deep into her pink sweater. A cold chill flows over Lane's body. He begins to drop the gun but feels something sticky on his hands. He rubs his fingers together in confusion, looking down to see blood. In horror, Lane looks up to see someone dragging Katie's body into the darkness. In fear and anger, Lane dashes towards them. But the moment he steps out of the light, he begins to fall.

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Lane's body jerks as he is suddenly woken up by his great feeling of falling. He gasps as his chest rises and falls heavily. The crime lord rises up from the bed, wiping the sweat off of his face with the back of his wrist. Sweat rolls down his muscular chest.

Fuck. Lane shakes his head as he slowly calms down, but still unable to shake the feeling that withers inside of him. I thought I actually killed her.

Lane lays back down in bed, sighing. He blinks a few times as his heart slows down from its quick pace. Soon, Lane gets up and gets a glass of water from the kitchen to distract his disturbed mind.

Hey readers! What did you think? Comment please. Are some questions answered? Yay or nay? Either way you got to see more of Lane's side. What do you think his dream meant? Does it have any real meaning? Am I just asking a bunch of questions to throw you off? We'll see 🧐🤔🤷🏼‍♀️❤️