Wrapped in Chains - Nicola Jane Page 0,64

he says, pointing north.

“How do ya know he’s there?” asks Blade.

“Because I’m the fuckin’ mafia!” snaps Vinn. Riggs hits Blade upside the head and marches in front with us following.

It’s only ten in the evening, but the house is cloaked in darkness. I’m losing hope that she’ll be here.

We stop at the gates and Riggs turns to us. “Cree, Vinn, Lake, Brick, Blade, and I will go in first. We’ll sweep the house. The rest of you stay out front and wait for my command. If anyone runs out, put a bullet in them. Vinn’s guys will cover the back of the house.”

“I’m the enforcer, I’m coming in!” I snap.

“Not a chance,” says Riggs coldly. “Wait outside or I’ll stick a bullet in you myself.”

“Then do it!” I snarl. “Leia will want me. I’m coming in.”

Riggs pulls his gun and everyone takes a step back. He pushes it against my forehead and I stare into his cold eyes. “Do it!” I hiss.

Vinn pushes us apart. “Get in the fuckin’ house or I’ll kill you both!” he growls.

LEIA

I regret giving Ryan the wine. I lay stiffly beside him in his bedroom. He’s chained me to him and his soft snores taunt me. Thankfully, he didn’t lay a finger on me, but that's not to say he’s not going to if he wakes up. The baby kicks and I gently rub my stomach. “It’s okay,” I whisper. “I’ll think of something.”

I shift slightly to try and get comfortable, but Ryan rolls onto his side and throws his arm around my waist. I shudder. How did I ever let this man touch me before?

I hear a creak from outside the bedroom and lift my head from the pillow. There’s another creak and I hold my breath. What if we’re being burgled and this twisted scenario takes a turn for the worst? I nudge Ryan and he mumbles words into my back, but his snores carry on. I can’t even run away with this stupid chain on.

Everything goes quiet again and I settle back down. I close my eyes and then a piercing scream scares the crap outta me. Me and Ryan both sit up. “Mum?” he yells, diving out of bed. The chain between us pulls tight. “Fuck,” he mutters and begins fumbling around for the key. The bedroom door opens with a bang and the light turns on, blinding us both for a second. I hear the click of a gun and automatically close my eyes and cover my head with a pillow.

“Don’t move, motherfucker.” I know that voice. I peak from under the pillow and Riggs winks at me. Relief floods me, then hell breaks loose. Vinn rushes in with Diesel followed by Chains. Vinn grabs Ryan and forces him to his knees while Diesel growls protectively by Vinn’s side. Chains takes the key from Ryan's hand and unlocks the cuff at my ankle.

“Don’t hurt him,” I find myself saying and all eyes fall to me. “It’s not his fault. He isn’t well.”

“Not our problem,” snaps Riggs. “End him,” he adds, looking at Vinn. Vinn holds his gun to Ryan’s head as I scramble from the bed and grip Riggs’ kutte.

“Please, listen for once. I’ll get him help. He’s grieving and lost, but we can help him.” I can see Riggs wavering. “He doesn’t need to die. I’m fine. The baby is fine.” Riggs looks to Vinn, who shrugs. “Killing isn’t always the answer,” I add. “And I have to take some responsibility for everything, I messed him around so much, I made everything worse.”

Riggs sighs heavily. “Fine. Get him up and out of my face before I change my mind.” Vinn shoves Ryan towards one of his men and they take him out the room. Riggs holds me before him and assesses me with his eyes. “You scared the shit outta me.”

“You didn’t kill Chains,” I say, smiling back at Chains, who looks bruised and battered.

“Yet,” they both say together. I roll my eyes.

Chapter Nineteen

Leia

Mum fusses the second I get through the door. Between sobs, she takes me upstairs to shower and change. When I’ve dressed and get back to my room, Gia, Anna, Raven, and Eva have joined Mum. “I didn’t know you all cared so much.” I smile as I’m wrapped in hugs.

“We’re so pleased you’re okay,” says Gia. “We were out of our minds with worry. What the hell happened?”

I fill them in on Ryan’s house of horrors. Mum sobs harder. “That’s madness,” she mutters.

“He isn’t well,”