Shade's Fall
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“When I first saw her all I could think about was fucking her. Then I saw her at the lake with Beth, I felt her fear but I saw the look she gave to Beth. She loved and trusted her, knew that Beth wouldn’t let anything happen to her.” Shade swallowed hard uncomfortable opening himself to anyone especially Lucky. “I wanted her to look at me that way, needed her to look at me that way. I wanted to give her a life away from the darkness that I saw had touched her beautiful soul.” Shade’s face twisted into a painful mask. “I’ve taken countless lives, and never felt an ounce of emotion that’s why they recruited me in the military. One psychologist even joked after my evaluation I had been born without a soul, and it was true until that day at the lake. I fell in love with her that day, there is no other woman for me, there never will be. Lily is my gateway to Heaven without her the only thing left for me is Hell.
“You used to believe in something more important than that badge you carry. I’m begging you to save me brother because, as God is my witness, I will kill you if you don’t help me.”
“I wouldn’t do it for anyone. Not my mother or any brother, not for a million fucking dollars, and especially not because of any fucking threat of yours. But, I will for Lily.”
“Thank you.” Shade’s mind caught on something. “Wait a minute. You said you have the warrants? I think I know how we can get Lily back and serve those warrants at the same time. Call your boss.”
* * *
They stayed in that tiny room, letting the day go by. At one point, Lily thought she heard a plane breaking the monotony for a few precious minutes until she could no longer hear the sound and the deadened silence returned. Her fingertips played with the red rubber band that she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had to snap.
Lily saw King look at his watch. “I’m going to leave Henry with you. He’s going to drive you back to your husband at nightfall. By then, it should be over.”
“You don’t have to handle it like this. I know the Sheriff here; he’ll keep us both safe,” she pleaded.
“In this little backwater town? Your town has never dealt with men like us who barter with life every day. As long as Digger is alive, he will chase you. The only way to stop him is if one of us is dead.” King’s voice was flat as he described a life that had been spent always looking over his shoulder.
King walked to the doorway, turning back before he went out the door. “I’m sorry, Lily. If it’s any consolation, you were better off without me. I would have made a lousy father.” King turned to walk through the doorway, leaving her without a goodbye.
One moment he was walking out the door, and in the next second, a gun blast and shattering glass sounded from the other room. Lily ran toward the sound, seeing King lying with blood pouring out of his chest.
Another gun blast sent glass splattering from another window, punching a hole in the plaster in the wall behind her. Lily screamed as more shots ricocheted into the house.
“Get down!” King yelled.
The big man, who had driven them to the house, came running into the room carrying a gun in his hand. He grabbed Lily’s arm, forcing her to her knees.
“How many, Henry?” King asked, putting his hand to his chest.
Henry dragged her to a corner of the room, forcing her down onto her stomach. Then he scooted to a window facing the front of the house. He didn’t say anything, just turned back to face his boss. For a second, the men shared a glance and Lily knew she wouldn’t be going home to Shade again.
“I’m sorry, Lily. I always fuck up with you, don’t I? I told you I was a lousy father.”
As more shots were fired into the room, Lily screamed, covering her head with both her hand and arms. She started praying, over and over, hoping this time God was listening.
“What are you doing?” King’s head turned on the floor toward her.
“I’m praying.”
“Well, it’s certainly the time for it. Say one for me. God knows I need it.” He tried to sit up, finally managing to get up on an elbow, and then slid himself toward the window by Henry.
“Okay.” Lily kept praying.
She heard him laughing, pulling a gun out of his suit coat. “Henry, did you ever think a daughter of mine or Brenda’s would even know what a prayer was?”
“No, sir.” More shots came flying into the room.
Lily stopped praying for a second. “How come you’re not shooting back?”
Both men burst out laughing.
“I knew there was a part of me in there somewhere. We’re not shooting because I want to save it for when they try to come into the house.”
Lily started praying again when another round began.
“Come on out, King, and I’ll let the girl live,” a voice yelled from the outside.
“Digger, if you want me, come and get me. We both know you don’t plan on killing her.”
When a noise from the back sounded, Lily looked over at King; they only had minutes left. “Why didn’t you just take me and disappear, instead of driving and leaving me with my parents? Why didn’t you just keep me?” Lily asked with unshed tears in her eyes.
King turned from looking out the window to face her. This time he made no attempt to hide his tortured expression. “Don’t you remember what happened after we left the apartment?”
Lily shook her head.
“You were hysterical. You thought I was going to kill you, too. You didn’t stop screaming until we got to Saul’s house and you saw Beth. She rocked you until you fell asleep. I left while you were still sleeping. I didn’t want you to wake up and see me.”
Lily sat, staring at him, hearing the men coming from the back of the house. Knowing they only had seconds left, she said what she knew they both needed to hear the most before they died. “Daddy, I forgive you.”
“What in the hell have you gotten yourself into now, Lily?”
Lily turned to look at the three men running hell-bent across the room, taking positions around it.
“Dustin, Greer and Tate? What are you doing here?” Lily found herself laughing in stunned disbelief.
“You’ve got everyone in the fucking country searching for you. The FBI, the ATF, even the motherfucking CIA. What shit have you stirred up?” Dustin gave her his usual shit-eating grin.
A shot rang out from the back of the house. “Got one,” Lily heard Rachel’s yell.
“Is that Rachel?” Lily asked.
“Hell, yes, there’s nobody better with a twenty-two. If they try coming through that back door, they’ll be meeting the undertaker in town,” Tate said, taking a bead on someone outside and letting go with a shot. “Greer, you take the ones on the right. Dustin, the left.
“Which ones you going to take?” Greer asked, shooting again.
“I’m going to take the rest of the ones you two miss,” Tate answered, letting go with several shots, one after the other.
As Tate stopped for a second as if he was listening to something, Lily saw the black earpiece in his ear. He must have been listening to someone talking because moments later, she heard him tell them to send for an ambulance.
“They’ll be here in five. Brothers, if you got them, shoot them. I don’t want a motherfucker left standing. They’ll laugh us out of the county if they hear the police had to help us.”
“You used to believe in something more important than that badge you carry. I’m begging you to save me brother because, as God is my witness, I will kill you if you don’t help me.”
“I wouldn’t do it for anyone. Not my mother or any brother, not for a million fucking dollars, and especially not because of any fucking threat of yours. But, I will for Lily.”
“Thank you.” Shade’s mind caught on something. “Wait a minute. You said you have the warrants? I think I know how we can get Lily back and serve those warrants at the same time. Call your boss.”
* * *
They stayed in that tiny room, letting the day go by. At one point, Lily thought she heard a plane breaking the monotony for a few precious minutes until she could no longer hear the sound and the deadened silence returned. Her fingertips played with the red rubber band that she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had to snap.
Lily saw King look at his watch. “I’m going to leave Henry with you. He’s going to drive you back to your husband at nightfall. By then, it should be over.”
“You don’t have to handle it like this. I know the Sheriff here; he’ll keep us both safe,” she pleaded.
“In this little backwater town? Your town has never dealt with men like us who barter with life every day. As long as Digger is alive, he will chase you. The only way to stop him is if one of us is dead.” King’s voice was flat as he described a life that had been spent always looking over his shoulder.
King walked to the doorway, turning back before he went out the door. “I’m sorry, Lily. If it’s any consolation, you were better off without me. I would have made a lousy father.” King turned to walk through the doorway, leaving her without a goodbye.
One moment he was walking out the door, and in the next second, a gun blast and shattering glass sounded from the other room. Lily ran toward the sound, seeing King lying with blood pouring out of his chest.
Another gun blast sent glass splattering from another window, punching a hole in the plaster in the wall behind her. Lily screamed as more shots ricocheted into the house.
“Get down!” King yelled.
The big man, who had driven them to the house, came running into the room carrying a gun in his hand. He grabbed Lily’s arm, forcing her to her knees.
“How many, Henry?” King asked, putting his hand to his chest.
Henry dragged her to a corner of the room, forcing her down onto her stomach. Then he scooted to a window facing the front of the house. He didn’t say anything, just turned back to face his boss. For a second, the men shared a glance and Lily knew she wouldn’t be going home to Shade again.
“I’m sorry, Lily. I always fuck up with you, don’t I? I told you I was a lousy father.”
As more shots were fired into the room, Lily screamed, covering her head with both her hand and arms. She started praying, over and over, hoping this time God was listening.
“What are you doing?” King’s head turned on the floor toward her.
“I’m praying.”
“Well, it’s certainly the time for it. Say one for me. God knows I need it.” He tried to sit up, finally managing to get up on an elbow, and then slid himself toward the window by Henry.
“Okay.” Lily kept praying.
She heard him laughing, pulling a gun out of his suit coat. “Henry, did you ever think a daughter of mine or Brenda’s would even know what a prayer was?”
“No, sir.” More shots came flying into the room.
Lily stopped praying for a second. “How come you’re not shooting back?”
Both men burst out laughing.
“I knew there was a part of me in there somewhere. We’re not shooting because I want to save it for when they try to come into the house.”
Lily started praying again when another round began.
“Come on out, King, and I’ll let the girl live,” a voice yelled from the outside.
“Digger, if you want me, come and get me. We both know you don’t plan on killing her.”
When a noise from the back sounded, Lily looked over at King; they only had minutes left. “Why didn’t you just take me and disappear, instead of driving and leaving me with my parents? Why didn’t you just keep me?” Lily asked with unshed tears in her eyes.
King turned from looking out the window to face her. This time he made no attempt to hide his tortured expression. “Don’t you remember what happened after we left the apartment?”
Lily shook her head.
“You were hysterical. You thought I was going to kill you, too. You didn’t stop screaming until we got to Saul’s house and you saw Beth. She rocked you until you fell asleep. I left while you were still sleeping. I didn’t want you to wake up and see me.”
Lily sat, staring at him, hearing the men coming from the back of the house. Knowing they only had seconds left, she said what she knew they both needed to hear the most before they died. “Daddy, I forgive you.”
“What in the hell have you gotten yourself into now, Lily?”
Lily turned to look at the three men running hell-bent across the room, taking positions around it.
“Dustin, Greer and Tate? What are you doing here?” Lily found herself laughing in stunned disbelief.
“You’ve got everyone in the fucking country searching for you. The FBI, the ATF, even the motherfucking CIA. What shit have you stirred up?” Dustin gave her his usual shit-eating grin.
A shot rang out from the back of the house. “Got one,” Lily heard Rachel’s yell.
“Is that Rachel?” Lily asked.
“Hell, yes, there’s nobody better with a twenty-two. If they try coming through that back door, they’ll be meeting the undertaker in town,” Tate said, taking a bead on someone outside and letting go with a shot. “Greer, you take the ones on the right. Dustin, the left.
“Which ones you going to take?” Greer asked, shooting again.
“I’m going to take the rest of the ones you two miss,” Tate answered, letting go with several shots, one after the other.
As Tate stopped for a second as if he was listening to something, Lily saw the black earpiece in his ear. He must have been listening to someone talking because moments later, she heard him tell them to send for an ambulance.
“They’ll be here in five. Brothers, if you got them, shoot them. I don’t want a motherfucker left standing. They’ll laugh us out of the county if they hear the police had to help us.”
