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the man with yellow teeth cocked his handgun against Bryan’s head. He was shaking his head, silent tears running down his face. The sting of betrayal burned in his eyes and I finally felt a tiny bit of his horror.
    “Why don’t we just do them both here?”
    “Cain wants her,” he growled in my ear. “Are you fucking deaf?”
    “All right then,” he said in a bored voice.
    Bryan screamed through his duct tape and struggled violently and I willed myself to say something—do something.
    Save your fucking husband! There was a small zwip sound, and a dark red mass flew out of the side of Bryan’s head, splattering all over the kitchen floor I just finished mopping. I stared at the chunks of brain sitting on the white porcelain, contrasting beautifully in a dark red hue. The milk crept around it and dragged the red pigment all over the floor.
    What just happened? My eyes slowly twitched towards my husband. I wouldn’t believe it until I saw it. My eyes traveled up his trousers and his ironed dress shirt, his beautiful body, the one I marveled over, limp. Then I saw his slack jaw, the giant hole erupted from the side of his head, and brain matter slopping down his face. It was too much. I bent over and vomited everything in my stomach on the floor. Ruining the rest of my mopping.
    “Ah, fuck!”
    The man holding me jumped back as I fell face-first in my vomit, tears choking my throat. I killed him. He had nothing to do with this. He’s dead!
    Wordless cries shook out of my throat as my elbows became slowly drenched with a mixture of blood and milk.Rough hands pulled me upright too quickly, and I swayed a bit as black spots crept over my vision.
    “Stop screaming, or I’ll gag you.”
    The man who shot Bryan cursed as he noticed blood staining his shirt. He wiped it on Bryan’s limp shoulder and I felt a violent surge of energy.
    “Who the fuck are you looking at?”
    “Let’s go.”
    It’s my fault.
    I didn’t feel rage for my captors, who hauled me upright and dragged me out of the house. Back towards the life I spent years trying to escape. I only had one person to blame. Myself.
    * * *
    Under my face, there was a rough, dry surface. I balled my hands and unstuck my face from the carpeted floor. There was no throttle of bikes, only the sound of a car engine and the three men’s low voices. Crusted with tears, I opened my eyes and realized I was on the floor. I raised myself on my elbows only to have one of their thick boots press down against my upper back.
    “Stay down.”
    My chest struck the ground painfully, without thinking I turned my head so that my nose didn’t smash against the floor. At least I had some instinct for self-preservation left.
      They’re driving north up the highway, probably. Back to Victoria.
    I’m being kidnapped.
    I realized it without a jolt of fear. Who would notice I was gone? I had no friends or family. No one who loved me. Except Bryan, and he was gone.
    Bryan’s coworkers would notice, and there would be a search for me, his wife, when they realized I was missing. What if they thought I was the one who killed him? They had no idea about the MC clubs, no idea who I really was. My situation was so hopeless that I wanted to laugh.
    I tried to glance at the car door, but the angle was too high.
    Maybe I should just open it—and throw myself out!
    I would die. At this speed, I would get horribly injured and I would probably be run over. Weighing my options, I decided that the best thing would be to cooperate for now. What the fuck was I going to do with three huge men? I had no chance—no chance at all at overpowering them.
    I should come up with something to save my ass.
    For a second, Bryan’s hunched over body burned in my mind.  How could I be so preoccupied with my survival, when Bryan would never be able to do anything ever again?
    What am I supposed to do? He’s gone. Logic gripped me tightly, keeping my emotions from taking over.
      I didn’t yet feel a