In the arms of evil

His stength. His weakness

WARNING:
Trigger warning ahead. Sexual assault in this chapter. Read at your own discretion.

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I wake to the morning sun poking through the window shutters. Rolling over, to find Colton still fast asleep beside me, I admire how sound he is. How peaceful he seems. I had this Adonis in my bed and I still couldn't comprehend how. My smile fades when his phone pings from the side table. I reach over to put it on mute so he can sleep, when I see it's a message from Marcus reading: "tonight. 8pm. Final touches. Don't be late. You don't want another scar. Do you?" My grip tightens around the phone, eyes burning on the threat he sent. My eyes dart to colts scar on his cheek and anger builds from deep within. "They're not going to touch you. Never again" I whisper to his sleeping body, before getting out of bed, carful not to wake him, getting dressed in all black, and heading out the door.

Getting in my car, I realise I have no clue where to go. How am I going to find Marcus? Sammy! Sammy would know. He has to. My car skid as I almost miss the turning to the club. No one goes in the middle of the day. Especially not in the morning. But Sammy is always there.

Surely enough, his motorbike was parked right outside the club. Perfect.

Waltzing into the club, taking my shades and placing them on my head, Sammy's eyes catch me immediately. "He's not here" he goes back to cleaning glasses. "I know. He's currently asleep in my bed right now." Sammy shoots me a glance, obviously knowing what colt and I were up to. "So why are you here?" He asks, eyes not meeting mine, stuck to the bar in front of him instead. "Because I want to know where Marcus is." My words catch Sammy of guard as he stops what he's doing, eyes stunned. "No."
"No?" I ask, crossing my arms. "No Brooklyn. Absolutely not. If anything, and I mean anything, happens to you, Colton is going to kill me. For real" he stutters. "Well they're going to kill Colton and me if he doesn't do what they want." Sammy's head is obviously doing overtime as he begins mumbling something incoherent to himself. "Fuck it. Take this. He's at an abandoned building 60km north from here. He's not going to be alone. Good luck" he hands me a gun. .50 desert eagle. I learnt all about these after Troy. I never thought I'd have one in my hand. "Thank you" I leave the club as he gives me a weak smile as I head off to kill this son of a bitch.

Soon enough, my car brings me to my destination. I stop a few miles back so they don't see me. Sitting in my car, my hands shake as I hold the gun in my grip. "This is for you Colton. So you can be free."

Before I even open my car door, the passenger door swings open and is shut with a loud slam as someone climbs into the car beside me. It's not anyone. It's Colton. Fuck. 'God dammit Sammy' I think to myself, rolling my eyes. Colton doesn't say anything for a while. He just sits there. Staring at me with these cold, disappointed eyes. "Look," I start, but don't get to finish.
"Have you lost your god damn mind?" He asks with evident rage. I flinch at his hurtful tone and bow my head in an attempt to hide myself from him. "Do you have any idea what I've been through these last thirty minutes wondering if you were dead or alive after Sammy called?" He pauses. "I'm sorry" my voice is quite and I can't look him in the eyes. The disappointment is too much for me. "You're sorry?" He repeats sarcastically. "Do you even have a clue what that would do to me? To know they hurt you because of me? I couldn't live with myself. I'd kill for you. Hell, I'd die for you! And you want to just what? Walk in there and ask them nicely to leave us, to leave me, alone? I was begging. BEGGING god that I wouldn't be too late to stop you." Tears began to well in his eyes. "Colt, I really am sorry. I had no idea how much I'd worry you or how you'd feel..." I take his hands in mine. "I'm sorry baby. I just wanted it to stop. I just..." now I had begun to cry. "I'm just glad you're okay" he muttered as I undone my seatbelt and climbed into his lap. He pulled me into his chest, hugging me tightly almost as though he was afraid I'd float away. "Please, take me home" I sobbed into his chest, gripping him with fear of what could have happened. "Okay baby" he gives me a kiss on the head and takes a seat on the drivers side as the yellow skies melt into the car, making my skin glow as tears stain his chest. Driving home, his hand never leaves my thigh.