Burning Truths (Consume Me #2)

36. Ryker

Chapter Thirty-Six

RYKER

Kenna and Cole rush from the house headed to the only remaining parent she has left while I face down with mine. Charging forward, my hands stretch out, moving to grab my own mother when a glint of metal shines in the light of the den.

“Don't,” she says.

Pausing, I can feel G tense behind me looking towards the open door looking for someone. I can hear footsteps coming from the back of the house knowing West can’t be far behind. Ally is frozen in fear to my right where she’s visibly shaking in place. Looking over my shoulder at G I signal for him to pull her out of the room when the gun is shifted towards him.

Licking her red lips, “I’ve been meaning to take out the trash.” She says. “My sons have given you too much power and in doing so the dogs you feed start to look at the boy as a master.”

“Observant are we?” I pry, trying to take the focus off my best friend.

“If I’m not, you three would ruin everything our family has built. Allowing a foot soldier to have more control than you is exactly the reason I have to come in and clean up your messes.” She waves her hand around the gun swaying with it.

West sneaks in behind Ally pulling her into his chest as our mothers eyes fall on him.

“If it isn’t the whore himself.” She sneers.

West blows her a kiss, distracting her while he pushes Ally to the side, out of her line of sight.

“I learned from the best.” He quips with a dry laugh.

Swinging the gun to his face my entire world slows with the sound of the trigger being pulled. My body leaves my mind behind taking action on its own lunging for my mother. We both slam into the tile floor. Her head smacks against the floor knocking her out instantly. Rolling off her limp body my ears ring from the sudden shot fired. West.

“G!” I yell.

“Already on the phone. Hold on man, hold pressure. Look at me Wes.” Gio urges, using his name for my middle brother.

Crawling on my knees to West where G is pressing his hands into his upper shoulder, crimson liquid pours from a bullet wound. Faded brown eyes look at mine with horror.

“Ally.” He croaks.

Looking away from him I see Ally laying across the floor to our left spread out on her stomach.

“It’s okay, everything's okay.” I reassure her with my hand on her back. Rolling her over my face falls at the blood pooled beneath her.

“She took the bullet for me.” West says his voice is weaker.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Ripping open her shirt my gaze falls to the single shot to her chest in the center of her ribcage. Balling up the fabric I scream at G to put a rush on it. The color starts to seep from both of their faces.

“Wake up Ally.” I pry tapping her face with my other hand.

A moan slips from her mouth.

“That’s it girl come on.” Another slap.

“She saved me, Rye.” West's eyes meet mine.

How the hell did we get here?