Page 66 of Marked for Execution

“Eliseo, Eliseo. Seems you’ve run into some trouble out there, hmm? Hopefully the other guy looks worse.”

“The other guy is fucking dead,” Eliseo stated flatly.

“Even better.” Crazy Otis rubbed his hands together, staring at the infected wound on Eliseo’s leg. He looked way too excited for his own good.

“Well, come on, I’ll fix you right up—”

“In the house,” I cut in. I was not trusting him in his secret bunker. Not with this. I needed him where I, and everyone else, could see him.

He read my mind and cackled, throwing his head back. “Alright. Alright. Take him to my home and put him on the table. I’ll be right there. I need to grab some of my equipment from the bunker.”

His eyes sparkled at the talk of his tools, right before he turned and walked away.

“Sili. What the hell? I don’t want that crazy fool near me,” Eliseo hissed as we walked past the crowd, who continued to stare from me to Eliseo.

“You’re a crazy old fool to not want to get your leg checked out. You know he’s the only doctor we have here!” I answered back angrily. Was he really going to put his life at risk for this?

So what if Otis was a lunatic on good days? It was better than nothing.

I dragged Eliseo until we made it to the doctor’s house. There was a small coating of dust in his damn living room from disuse, and doubt started to crawl into me. Eliseo might die from the dirtiness of this damn house.Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

Before I could change my mind and leave with Eliseo, the doc came in with his apron and gloves. Reed and Gunner followed behind him, giving us a look that said they were watching him, too.

It put me a little more at ease to know they were here…until I saw someone else come in with his tools. Scalpels, knives, hacksaws, bandages, and a whole lot more.

“Fuck this shit,” Eliseo blurted out, trying to pull me out of the house.

Reed put his hand on his chest to stop him with a scowl. “Your leg is fucking infected. I can smell that shit from here.”

“It’s fucking fine!” Eliseo snapped.

“Suck up your pride and get this over with,” Gunner retorted. “We’ll make sure the doc don't try nothing else but what he needs to do.”

“Now why would you say that?” the doctor cackled.

Gunner turned around with his arms crossed. “Because if you fuck this shit up, you’re not getting the shit you sent us out to find.”

The doctor snarled and slammed his hand down on the counter of his kitchen. His face went from pissed, murderous, to a maniacal smile in mere minutes. “Have it your way.”

He turned to Eliseo and his eyes went wild. I take a step back, unsure of what to expect.

“Put him on the table,” he instructed.

Looking at each other for confirmation, the boys and I lifted him up through all his curses and kicks. Gunner and Reed physically held him down when he started throwing fists, dodging his attempts at stopping them.

I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, forcing him to concentrate on me and me alone. The tension ever so slowly left his body as his hands threaded through my hair, kissing me back just as passionately.

I ended the kiss, panting, putting my forehead against his. “Please Eliseo. I need you.”

“Fucking hell,Sili. Dammit!” He slammed the back of his head onto the table and ran a hand down his face.

The doc shoved me aside rudely and leaned into Eliseo’s ear, whispering something I couldn’t hear. Eliseo glared at him.

“Reed, give me something to bite on. Gunner, get me some fucking whiskey.”

The boys did as he said, moving around the doctor’s home while I continued to stare at crazy Otis, watching his every move. If he tried anything else that was not a part of what needed to be done, I would bleed him out alive.

The doctor looked at me with a crazed smile before going to his tools.