to get out of here. Calvary is on the way.”
“No, I need Daphne.” Grunting, I roll to my side, my thigh burning and the hole stretching even further. “Comet!” I somehow manage to shout, but she doesn’t answer me. “Comet!” I roar, slamming my fist down onto the ground. “Why isn’t she answering, Skirt?” I wince when I roll over again and try to get up. I try to put my weight on the arm I can’t feel, but I fall, and my shoulder hits the ground, radiating pain through my veins. “Skirt, please, look for her. I swear to God, I’ll owe you my life.” I’m not below begging when it comes to Daphne. What if she is hurt? What if she is scared? I need to find her.
“Okay, okay. Don’t move.”
I deadpan him, agitated.
He falls back before climbing up the fence. “I’m sorry. Ye know what I mean.” He scurries up the fence and jumps down on the other side. Skirt cups his hands around his mouth and shouts for her, “Daphne! Daphne? Ye, here?” his Scottish accent echoes throughout the mostly empty room.
I swear to god when I get out of here, I’m going to kill Maximo. This was all his fault. I never should have agreed to fight for him. I never should have never walked her through these doors. Even I know that most people that come into this casino to fight never come out.
“Shit, Tongue!” Reaper’s voice yanks me out of my regrets. The metal of the fence grinds the headache forming in my head. Black dots turn my vision to static as I search for Reaper. I’m surprised he is here. His boots land next to my head and sand flies, making me close my eyes from the sting. “Damn it, Tongue. What happened? Skirt dialed us 911. I have no explanation. It’s a fucking bloodbath in here.”
“Daphne,” I clutch his shirt with my good hand and yank him down. “Please, if you can push your damn hate for me aside, find her. She’s…she’s…”
“I know buddy. She’s your Sarah,” Reaper pats my chest. “We’re going to get you out of here. God, you look like shit.”
“Skirt beat the shit out of me.”
“You let him?” he asks, then snaps his fingers at Tool. “Get us out of here. He can’t climb the fence. It’s only a matter of time before someone comes looking for these cops, and we can’t be here.”
“We need to clean. We can’t leave DNA evidence,” Knives says.
“That’s going to take too long. DNA is everywhere.”
“Daphne!” I say with impatience. What the fuck do I need to do for people to get off their ass and look for her?
“We have to do what Boomer will do,” Reaper states. “We’re going to burn it.”
“Burn down the casino again?”
“You have a better idea, Knives?”
“Nope,” he pops the P. “I’ll call Boomer to see what he would do.”
“Jesus Christ, Knives. Get fucking gasoline, get a match, light the place on fire. Use your fucking head.”
“Got it, Prez. Sorry.” Knives runs out the garage door to get the supplies.
“Reaper, I can’t feel my arm. I can’t feel it.”
“It’s okay. Doc will fix you up, alright? This doesn’t get you out of your punishment, you know.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I chuckle, then groan when the jostling from my laughter pulls at the wound on my shoulder. “I just wanted to marry her.” That burning in my eyes tell me that losing her will kill me.
She’s my sanity and without her, the thread keeping me human will break. My soul will be lost, and I’ll be damned.
And I won’t care.
“Tool is getting us out of here. I promise, we will find her, Tongue, okay? My Enforcer isn’t going to live the life he’s been living anymore. No more being in the corners and if she brings you out of them, then that’s all I could want for you, Wayne.”
I squeeze my eyes shut when sweat drips down from my brows. “You knew? All this time?”
“Yeah, I knew. That’s all I knew, I swear,” he reassures.
My chest rises as I inhale, nodding, and relieved that’s all he knew until lately.
“I’m sorry for not trusting you,” Reaper says. “I’m sorry for invading your privacy.”
“Okay, step back! It’s falling,” Tool hollers his warning as apart of the ring falls to the ground with a heavy bang.
“Let’s get out of here,” Reaper says, then points his chin at Slingshot. “Come get the other side of Tongue. Son of a bitch,