The Devil's Debt

Kyzer's POV:

Blood drips from the cut on her neck as he drags that dagger across her throat. My fists, arms, shoulders, and legs are sore from fighting these fuckwads off. It's come to the point where I want to fight with everything I have inside me, but my body feels like it's shutting down. I feel like I'm paralyzed.

Carson continues to drag the dagger across her neck and suddenly bullets start to fly. The grip on my body loosens and I fall to the ground. A bullet goes through Carson's head and he falls to the ground.

All I know right now is Isa. I need to get to her.

I get up and I run over to her, falling to my knees as I hold onto her, determined on keeping her in my arms. I draw my gun and I point it directly at Marco, making him freeze in his tracks to the dagger.

Rage consumes me as I tighten my finger on the trigger.

I pull the trigger three times, shooting him in the head, then this throat, and then his chest.

I look down at Isa and and blood is pouring from the right side of her neck where the cut is deeper. I look up to everyone standing back as I hold Isa in my arms.

"Ice, go deal with the rest. I need to take Isa to the hotel." I say to him.

He nods his head as I pick Isa up in my arms.

I rush out to the car and I put her in the passenger seat as she holds her hands over the wound. I get in the driver's seat and I look over to her.

"Keep some pressure on it. I'll get us there as fast as I can." I say.

"Okay..." she says, sniffling.

"It's gonna be alright, Isa, I promise."

I speed to the hotel, and in three minutes, we pull up in the parking lot. I pick her up and I run her up to the room, putting her on the sink counter and rummaging through the room to get our first aid kit.

"You're gonna be alright." I say, opening the box and sitting it on the counter. "Okay, take your hands off it." I say.

She takes her hands off and blood runs down her hands.

"Oh, shit. Oh God.." I say, wincing at the injury. "We gotta stop the bleeding. Fuck." I pick up a towel and I put it on her neck, putting a little pressure to it until it stops.

I remove the towel from her neck and I pull out the anibootics to clean it before numbing it. After a few seconds, I touch outside the wound.

"Can you feel this?" I ask.

"No."

"Nothing?"

"No. There's a little pressure, that's all."

"Okay. I'm gonna try and stitch you up, okay? Don't move."

"I won't."

I nod my head and I grab a needle and thread to get it ready to start stitching. As I start, she sits there, looking at me.

"You okay?" she asks.

"I'm just.. a little shaken up. I thought...."