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back to your uncle’s house. It’s
too dangerous for you here.” The tears were running freely down my face and I
could feel my breath catching in my throat.
    “Dax, please—” I said. I wasn’t even sure what the
rest of the sentence was supposed to be. He lied to me about stopping, why
would I consider believing him again? It didn’t matter anyways, he cut me off.
    “Olivia, go home. I’ll call you when this is over
and it’s safe.”
    I stared at him, in shock for a few seconds. The
tears had a mind of their own and they just kept falling. Finally, I snapped
back and instead of sad and worried, I was pissed.
    I picked my bags back up and told him, “Don’t bother
calling, I won’t answer if you do.”
    I stormed out and got in my car and left. Dax didn’t
come after me.

 
    CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
    DAX
    I felt like shit when Olivia walked out, but at
least if she was mad at me, she would stay away. Once these guys figured out
what I’d done and what I planned to do, being with me would be about as safe as
walking across a field of land mines. I knew that statement should have made me
not want to do this, but I couldn’t stop. I had to make those guys pay for what
they did. They needed to finally get that they couldn’t just go around fucking
with whomever they felt like fucking with.
    I’d stolen all of Brock’s drugs a little at a time
over the past few days. He obviously hadn’t figured out they were gone, because
he would have been on my doorstep already if he had. I planned to use their own
drugs to set them all up. Once I put some of them in Terrance and Blake’s
bikes, enough to make sure when they were caught they’d be doing hard time, I
was going to destroy the rest of it. I was going to dump the crates out in the
empty field behind the bar and then run them over and over and over until the
dust in the bags mixed with the dirt. Brock would be left to explain to a
member of the Mexican drug cartel how he had lost millions of dollars’ worth of
heroin. They would probably cut his head off. I guess I felt a little bit bad,
but he had gotten himself into this. He shouldn’t have been screwing around
with people like them in the first place.
    I sat in the room and waited until about ten pm
before I went out and checked on where everyone was. I walked into the bar and
grabbed myself a beer, glancing around quickly. I saw Terrance, sucking face
with some chick that looked like she was about forty and an ex-porn star. Blake
was sitting at my dad’s table with his back to me. The rest of the guys were
all there, either engaged in kissing and feeling up girls or shooting pool or
shooting the shit. They were all occupied though and that was the point.
    I went back into my room and filled a small canvas
back pack with bags of heroin. Then, I made my way out to the garage, glancing
again into the bar as I went by. It didn’t look like anyone had moved. I went
into the garage and pulled out my flashlight. I didn’t want to turn on the
light and have someone see it under the door. I found Terrance’s bike first. I
shoveled fistfuls of the bags into his saddle bags and put all the stuff he
usually carried back on top of them.
    I did the same with Blake’s bike. I was putting in
the last handful when the door behind me opened. I slipped the gun out of my
waistband and turned around. It was my dad and he was walking towards me until
he saw the gun.
    He stopped dead in his tracks and with a shocked
expression on his face he asked, “What the fuck are you doing?”
    “Getting even,” I said.
    “That’s Blake’s bike. You put something in the bags,
why?”
    “Because Blake was part of the set-up. He ordered
it, and my brother. Your son sent Terrance the email and Terrance put the drugs
on my bike. They’re not going to get away with it. Please Dad; I need them to
pay for what they did to me.”
    “Dax, you’re not making sense. Why would Blake want
to set you up? He knows I’d have his ass if he