Free OWNED PART II: BLAZING DEVILS MC by Alexa Rynn

and pulled out a small
black gun. He pulled the safety back, letting me know he was ready to use it. I
felt the tears start to spring to my eyes and I shoved my hand over my mouth,
trying to keep any noise I made under control.
    He looked up and I
shifted out of sight just in time.
    I didn’t know why
or how but I could feel it somewhere deep down inside of me.
    This guy was here
to kill me.
    I grabbed a knife
off of one of the large wooden shelves in the back of me and crouched down on
the floor. What I was going to do with it I had no idea but I had to have
something. If I came face to face with him I would be dead. Gun beat knife
without a question.
    He was dressed all
in black and suddenly I felt like I was in a movie and this was the scene where
I was about to die. I glanced at the side door but he was blocking it, there
would be no way of getting to it without having to run into him. I couldn’t run
out the front door, it had already been locked for the night. Only a manager
had a key to the front door.
    The man looked
around again and started to walk toward where I was hiding, moving fast but
silently. Fuck. What the hell was I going to do? I felt his body getting closer
and closer to me and when he turned the corner to the row of shelves I was kneeling
behind I didn’t waste any time sticking the knife directly into his leg.
    He gasped,
reaching down and pulling the knife out of his leg with little ease. Blood
started rushing all over the place. He looked down at me with anger in his
eyes. “You stupid bitch.”
    I turned around
and started to run but even with a bad leg he grabbed me too easily, dragging
me back and throwing me on the floor. I struggled under his weight, kicking and
screaming as loud as I could. He shoved his hand over my mouth.
    His eyes were
pissed off and he spit in my face. His nasty drool slid across my eyes and down
my cheeks. He grinned. “I was just going to shoot you but you had to be brave,
didn’t you? Now, I’m not going to be as nice. Now I’m going to take my time.”
    I bit his hand as
hard as I could and he yanked it away, pissed off. Before he had a chance to
recover I kneeled him between the legs and as soon as he took a little bit of
weight off of me I grabbed the knife out of his hand and stabbed him in the
chest as hard as I could and then I pulled the knife out of him and stabbed him
again. Blood started gushing all over the place and onto me.
    I pushed him off
of me as he groaned and swore at me; calling me a stupid cunt. I grabbed the
gun from where it had slipped on the floor in the scuffle and pointed it at him
as he crawled around on the floor, gasping.
    All I could see
was red. Red all over the floor and shelves, red all over my hands and clothes,
red all over him.
    “Just… stay back.”
I found myself somehow stuttering out.
    I didn’t know why
I was pointing the gun at him; he was clearly not going anywhere anytime soon.
He could barely move let alone get up to chase after me. Oh, my god, was he
going to die? He wasn’t going to die, was he? He couldn’t die; I had only stabbed
him twice. Didn’t you have to stab someone like a dozen times to kill them?
    The side door
swung open and I turned toward whoever walked through it, pointing the gun at
them. I felt the area around me start to get fuzzy and I could hear the slow
moaning of the man on the floor stop. I found myself register somewhere in the
back of my mind that he was dying.
    Link looked at me
and at the scene that was unfolding before him.
    “Lacey,” he said
slowly, his intense eyes staying calm in spite of everything crazy that was
happening in front of him. “I need you to give me the gun.”
    “I didn’t… I
didn’t mean to. He was going to kill me…I don’t know what happened. I had to do
it… I had to… I didn’t want to…”
    “I believe you, I
believe you,” Link took a few steps toward me, the gun still pointed at his
head. “Lacey, I need you to give me the gun now.”
    My