Ink's Second Chance - Carol Dawn Page 0,17

it. I need to call the police.

The screen remains back. It’s dead and my charger is still on the floor completely out of reach.

“Damnit,”

I move my legs to the side of the bed and start shuffling my way to the edge as quietly as I can. I need that damn charger. I need to find a way to make it to the floor without making a sound. I knock my charger cord off all the time so I’m no stranger to falling to the floor to get it, but my body flops down from the bed and I know that’s going to make noise.

“Hands first,” I whisper to myself.

I pull my legs back onto the bed and start pulling myself off the bed arms and head, first. This way I have more control over my body. I finally manage to make my way to the floor with the feet still resting up on the bed.

I grab my pajama pants and lift one leg down before doing the same to the other.

Holy crap, I’m exhausted.

I turn and grab the charger cord and internally curse. I forgot the damn phone on the bed.

With a resounding sigh, I place the cord back on my stand and grip the mattress. I’m about to pull myself up when I hear the floor in front of my bathroom creak.

There’s only one spot in this whole damn apartment that creaks and it’s the spot right in front of my bathroom.

Which is right next to my bedroom.

Trying my best to stay calm, I release the mattress and scoot myself under the bed. I take one last deep breath to calm my racing heart and force myself to take calm, steady, quiet, breaths.

It’s only seconds later when I hear footsteps enter my room. I loved this apartment because it didn’t have carpet. It’s so much easier to move around in my chair when I don’t have to deal with the carpet.

So, I hear each step the person takes as they walk across the hardwood floor.

It’s not Sammy. There’s no way that he would scare me like this. It’s not Laura, because she’s in lockdown. And it’s not my sister, Becky, because she went to Florida on vacation. Even if she was back, she doesn’t live anywhere near me.

Not to mention these footfalls sound too heavy to belong to a woman.

“I know you’re in here, Dove,” a heavily accented voice says. “You don’t know who I am,” the man continues. “And until yesterday, I had no idea who you were. But I’m glad Ink finally got himself a woman. I was starting to worry about him when I learned everyone else had settled down.”

My breathing sounds too loud. Can he hear me? Does he really know I’m here?

“I’m here to teach the Sons a lesson,” the man says, sitting on my bed.

He definitely knows I’m here.

“I knew that the pussies would lock themselves inside their clubhouse sooner or later. I just didn’t think it would be so soon. Do you know what they did to me?”

I hold my breath and wait for him to continue. Maybe he’ll just talk and then leave.

“The details don’t matter much,” he says. He definitely has an accent, but I can’t tell where it’s from. “Just know that they destroyed my life and I’m here to repay the debt. Because of them, my life has been ruined. My father disowns me, and I will do anything to get back in his favor.”

Already knowing that he knows I’m here, I ask shakily, “What does any of that have to do with me?”

The man laughs and it’s probably the most horrible thing I’ve ever heard.

“Well, Dove,” he says. “I’m glad you asked. I need that club to pay for what they did. I want to watch the life drain from each and every single member’s eyes. But not before I fuck their women next to their broken bodies as they watch helplessly.”

Horrid, horrid man.

“I can’t get inside that club just yet, so I’ll settle for the next best thing. Ink’s woman.”

My first reaction is to deny that I’m Sammy’s woman. But I know I am. Sammy knows I am. And, apparently, this man does as well.

The man suddenly appears under the bed and he grabs my arms and pulls. I try my best to pull away, I have strong upper-body strength and give the man a hard time, but it’s all I can do. I can yank, twist, and turn to get him to let go but