Chapter 1 - Trinity
Rain poured from the sky, and battered down on all in its wake, including Trinity. She was saturated through, quivering, and frightened. Her perch on the roof of the small warehouse did nothing to cover her from the storm. Lightening lit up the sky, and the sight below became sharper. Sobs burst from her throat, as she watched the activity beneath her, but the storm drowned them out.
Her dad was down there, and he was battling for his survival. She looked, as three large bikers reigned blow after the blow on his already bruised frame. And to realize, these men had formerly claimed him a brother. He nevertheless carried the title of president, but she saw within minutes, that power would no longer be his.
She didn’t wish to look, but she couldn’t pull her eyes elsewhere. Detroit stood back from the scene, and his eyes flared with a fire that scorched her skin. She took a forced step backward even though there was no way he could see her. But she felt he could sense her, and he had to know she was close.
Her father went down to his knees, and Trinity knew the moment had essentially arrived. Even the rainfall couldn’t wash away the blood that spilled from his many wounds. He wore only his jeans as he had been robbed of his vest and shirt. It caused the injuries to be easier to spot. Trinity reached up and slapped away the wet hair that stuck to her face. She needed to see the end, and she needed to remember this.
“Trinity,” Detroit bellowed, and her whole body jerked then locked tight. “This can finish now. The choice is yours.”
She took a step forward, indecision tearing her apart. Another couple steps and she’d be out of the shadows. She stared as Detroit scanned the roofs of the neighbouring buildings. He was so close to discovering her, it wouldn’t take much to bring his awareness to her. She took another step as if pulled to him.
“No,” was roared from her dad, and she at once froze. He bowed his head, lay his palms on the wet cement, and thrust himself up. He wobbled, and she gasped, but suddenly he uncoiled and turned fierce eyes on Detroit.
“You will never lay your filthy fucking hands on my daughter again,” he thundered. “You’re a god damned piece of shit. You can stare at the buildings all you wish, but my girls long fucking gone.”
Detroit’s head whirled back to confront her dad once more, and she saw he was infuriated. His body looked strung taut, and his hands were clenched tightly. He took five strides, and he was inches from her dad.
“You assume she isn’t out there watching us right now old man,” Detroit yelled. “I can fucking guarantee she’s close enough to observe all that I’m fucking handing you. She’ll run, oh she’ll fucking run, but she won’t run until you’re fucking gone.”
“I hope you rot in god damned hell,” her dad spat. “Someone’s gonna end you soon, and I’m gonna be watching it from wherever the fuck I end up. Your end will be hideous and fucking painful, and I’m gonna enjoy every minute.”
Detroit threw his head backward and roared. “I’ll find your fucking daughter, and I’ll drag her back here. Then you can watch from your place in hell as I teach her what being mine means. I’ll break her, and you won’t be able to fucking stop me old man.”
“Fuck you,” her father spat. Then she looked as her father hauled back and punched Detroit right in the jaw. Detroit rocked back on his heels and almost went down. Then he straightened, spit out blood, and charged her dad. She watched in terror as they smashed into each other.
The breath suspended in her lungs as Detroit stepped backward. As she looked, he thrust his head backward and shouted up into the sky. She ignored him and spun to her dad. He seemed to look right at her, and she returned his look. Then he raised his hand and tapped his heart twice. It was then she spotted the dagger sticking out of his chest. He smiled one last time, then his eyes closed, and he crumpled on the cement.
She couldn’t avoid the pain filled scream that burst from her chest, and she swore she could feel her heart break. Detroit whipped his head around and scowled at the spot where she was hiding.
“Trinity,” he roared over the pounding rain, but she’d seen all she needed to. She turned and retreated, racing across the roof, and scurrying down the rickety ladder. She was far enough away that there was no way he could catch her.
Tears flowed as she escaped into the darkness, grateful that the storm would mask her steps. She reached the beat up clunker her dad had concealed for her and clambered inside. Her pack was on the passenger seat and the keys were in the ignition.
Her dad had realized what would end up happening tonight, and he had made certain she had a way out. She started the car and turned on the wipers. She tore away and didn’t glance backward. Everything she loved was gone now. She had nothing left. But she’d find some place far away to settle down, and she’d hide. She knew Detroit would do all in his power to find her, she prayed that when the time arrived, she’d be strong enough to fight back.