Chapter 63 Ghosts From The Past

They say that you get served what you deserve, that the stone you throw today might be the one you trip over tomorrow. I have just stumbled over my rock. If I thought that my lifestyle would never come and slap me in the face, I was a complete fool. Here I am, tied up to a chair with four people staring at me, each wanting to get their revenge on their own way.
See, I lived a very questionable lifestyle; I went out partying every night, girls, booze, and just causing havoc wherever I went. And this is where I met Amber, so of course, we got really close, and we were nearly on our way up the altar.
But ya, the woman had me for a fool for the whole time, I believe every single word that she said. Then one day I caught her with our dear Karlo and immediately threw her out.
Well, I was wrong if I thought that I would never see her again.
"I have been waiting for this day ever since that day you threw me out."
"I should have kicked your ass on your way out, but it seems today I might get another chance."
"I am glad you think you are going to get loose."
"I do not think, I know," I say with a rather big smirk on her face. Then much to her annoyance, I ask, "What is your name again? Alice?"
"Try again."
"Fuck I know it was with an A. The sex must have been terrible."
Her face drops, now if it is real or fake, it truly does not care, but yet, "I thought what we had was special."
"Well, you thought wrong."
"And I guess your little whore is special?"
And god, she should not have said that. "Yes she is special, and you, well, you are the only whore around here."
"The only whore that has a gun pointed at my face."
"Oh please," I laugh at her from deep in my chest. "I don't think you know how to use that thing."
"Why would I point it at you if I did not?"
"The same reason why your dumb ass still has the safety on."
She fumbles with the gun, and after much effort, she has the safety off; pointing it back at my face, she says, "I am going to give you two choices."
"I think I am about to have a good laugh, but let us hear it then."
"You dump your precious princess and come with me."
"Why the fuck would I come with you?"
"If you don't, then we kill her."?
Yes, she is seriously crazy, but let me humor her, "And your other choice?"?
"You come with us, and we do not kill you and her father."
"Did your clever ass come up with that by yourself?"
"Either way," she says. "I am still going to have you."
"I would rather die than even touch you. You are crazy."
"You do not mean it; you know we had something special."
"Amber, the only special we had together was the special edition whiskey we drank."
Just when I thought that this woman couldn't get any crazier, I was wrong. Maybe I should have known that crossing a psycho bitch would come and bite me in the ass one day.
"I am surprised that you even remember my name."
"It is not every day I throw a woman out."
"I find it hard to believe."
"Maybe you are the only one that has gone all psycho on me," I say rather bravely as she steps closer with the gun in her hand. "And I seem to have been right; you have lost way too many of those marbles you got."
"We will see who is the one that has a few brain cells missing."
"So what now?" I ask. "You are going to keep me tied to this chair. Or did you not think past your first brilliant idea. I hate to tell you this, but Sloane is not one of the brightest."
"I don't need him; I have these two too."
"Which one? The one that has been checking his manicure for the past ten minutes. Or the other one that is munching on a granola bar over there."
She looks to her back and, very frustrated, realize what I say is true. "For fuck sakes. Can you idiots stop your bullshit and keep your fucking guns on him."
"It seems daddy's cannot buy you decent help these days. Then again, if I know Sloane well enough, he would probably drop those two just for an extra buck."
Yes, and this is where Sloane comes in. He used to be one of Vic s runners, well he was not so clever and decided to break away, I guess that he has now clearly come to seek revenge.
"This would be so much easier if you just give in."
"You have a better chance of growing a pair of wings, which you are going to need when I get loose from here."
Just then, Sloane steps forward and starts waving his gun in front of me, "Just shoot the asshole; his voice is starting to annoy him."
"Just watch those two damn idiots," Amber asks him. "I don't need them fucking my plans up here."
"Can't I just waste their damn asses?" Sloane asks.
I only but shake my head at these two idiots in front of me, "I really hate to be the one to say that I told you so. Unless it was your plan from the start. Who wants two loose mouths out there running around?"
Then she knocks me with the biggest one of all, "If I did not love you so much, I would have wasted you too."
Now, this has just rendered me quiet; I am starting to think what my chances are in getting out of here alive. She is obviously completely insane. But I believe that you should not waste my words on people that deserve my silence. Sometimes the most powerful thing you can say is nothing at all. But the question is, do I waste what could be my final breathe to continue arguing with this girl, or do I keep quiet and hope that for some reason, Trinity will walk through that door.
"Did the cat catch your tongue?" She asks as she snaps her finger in front of me to get my attention.
"I am trying not to breathe the same air as you. Just in case whatever disease you have is contagious, after all, look at the three idiots around you."
"Is the bitch checking his manicure out again?"
"No, he is picking her teeth. You sure picked your three stooges very well."
"Sloane," she calls for him. "You know what to do."
Sloane takes the two family outside, and in no more than two minutes, I can hear him pop them both. The Sloane I knew was stupid, but he never was a killer.
As for me, what does my past say about me? Will my past define what happens to me? I do not think so; it will prepare me for whom I will become. Am I a bad man for what I did to this woman? I am not a bad man; I just lived a bad lifestyle and hurt people in doing so. We all get a chance to do over, and my chance is Trinity.
"Is your dumb ass thinking of your little whore again?" She yet again goes and pisses me off.
"If she is such a whore, why is she wearing my ring then?"
Ya, well of course I am talking a load of bullshit, but I am hoping that his will shut her up, but yes she continues, "Cause you are letting her believe that she is special, just like you did with me."
"You wrong there; I am not letting her believe anything because she knows I love her."
"Sloane," she calls for Sloane that has just entered again. "Just for that shit comment, fucking beat his ass for me."
Sloane walks on over and hits the grip of the gun into my face; it forces my head to fall back over, the corner of my mouth tears open.
I only but smile at him, "Is that the best you have got?"
He puts his gun inside the back of his pants and hits me with a jab underneath my chin. My head snaps up again, leaving me dizzy.?
"What use am I going to be if you knock me out," I ask.
He smashes his fist into my jaw again.
"What are you doing?" Amber asks Sloane.
"Teaching him a lesson."
His fist hits the left of my cheek; my neck snaps right. His fist hits my right cheek, my neck snaps left. Then my left again, then my right again. My face hurts, and my eyes are swelling shut. He jabs me with so much force, my head completely shifts up, and my neck goes backward.
Everything becomes black.