I inhale a deep breath knowing what I need to do. It’s now or never. I flick the butterfly knife open and crack open the door again. The bass of the music muffles my footsteps allowing me to step behind the two men standing guard. I approach the smaller one on my right and slip my knife against his throat, making him bend down to my height.
“Drop the guns or I slice him from throat to dick and you watch his guts fall out,” I demand. The guy I have immediately drops his weapon. The other man stares at me with death in his eyes. He has on the Enforcer patch for Los Demons. “Do it motherfucker.” I press the knife against the first guy’s throat and feel the blade sink into his skin. Blood trickles down his throat and a satisfied smile crosses my face.
“Think I’m joking? I’ve already killed one dickless fucker. I have no problem killing both of you.” The bigger guy carefully sets his gun down and raises his hands. “Kick it toward me and get into that room. Don’t say a fucking word or he’s dead.” The bigger guy kicks his gun in my direction and walks slowly toward the open door. He lunges for me at the last second and I hold strong. I press my knife against his buddy’s throat and the blade sinks deep. He gurgles, fighting for air. I shove him into the bigger asshole, knocking them both into the room.
An explosion vibrates the whole club and I lose my balance falling to the dirty floor. Screaming and shouting from the other rooms echo down the hallway. Chaos ensues as more of Los Demons come flying past us toward the explosion. The Enforcer shoves his dead buddy off him and reaches for me. His hand grabs my ankle pulling me toward him. I kick and fight trying to loosen his hold on me. He squeezes hard, yanking me closer. My free foot connects with his face straight into his nose the cartilage crunching under my boot.
“Bitch!” he roars out blood dripping down his face. His grip doesn’t falter and I shove the heel of my boot into his face again but miss as he dodges it at the last second. He yanks me toward him, trapping my legs under his big body. “You’re going to fucking pay for that one little girl.” The Los Demons Enforcer drags me into the room. I try to grab the door frame stopping him but he’s so much stronger than me, my fingers lose their grip. He straddles my waist, his powerful body pinning me to the floor. Breathing heavily, the Enforcer shoves his long hair from his face and leans over me.
“I’m gonna have fun with you.” His fingers wrap around my throat squeezing it slightly. “First, I’m gonna choke the fucking life out of you until you’re begging for breath. Then when you think it’s over, I’m gonna bring you back to life by fucking your lifeless body. Then after I’m through with that you’ll beg me to kill you.”
“Fuck you, asshole,” I rasp out. He squeezes my throat until black spots don my vision and I can’t breathe. I claw and fight with everything I have. Digging into the back of his hands trying to get him to release his brutal grip. I can’t pass out. I won’t pass out. My ears are ringing from lack of oxygen, my heart is pounding against my chest when dizziness takes hold.
Darkness invades my vision. I’m at the edge of death. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t fight him anymore. I relax my grip and fall limp into the void of death and life. Heavy footsteps pound toward me, but I’m done for. This is it; this is my last time here on earth.
Chapter 17
Blayze
We’re on the rooftop waiting for our cue to enter the strip club. The night wind whips through my cut, deep into my bones. A strong feeling of dread clenches my stomach, gripping it until I can’t breathe. Capone is watching me from his spot next to the door, his black eyes track my every movement.
Krimson and Nolan are hovered together next to the other side of the door in a heated conversation. I watch as Nolan moves a piece of Krimson’s blonde hair from her face and cups it gently with his scarred hands. She holds his hands against her face and offers him a smile that lights up the night sky.
I’m envious of the two of them right now. I need my girl back so I can offer her the same comfort and she can light up my world again. Darkness and death are all I know right now until she’s in my arms safe and sound.
A loud explosion echoes through the night, shaking the roof. That’s our cue to go. I yank open the door and run down the stairs as fast as I can. I reach the bottom and crack open the metal door. Chaos unfolds before my eyes. All the Los Demons are running toward the front of the club. Girls are screaming and crying. Smoke billows into the front room. That’s not my concern right now. My concern is getting into the back room and rescuing Monica. I turn right and head down the dark hallway. A Los Demon slams into me, not paying attention to where he’s going. I quickly grab his head and twist his neck. He falls lifeless to the floor. I look around for more, but I can’t see anyone in the darkness.
I find the door where Monica is being held. There are no guards out here, making my job easier. I reach for the doorknob when a sharp pain laces my right arm followed by a loud pop.
“Fuck, Blayze!” Capone shouts. Another loud pop rings through the darkness and the Los Demon who shot me falls to the ground dead. I look up at Capone and he has his gun out aimed at the now dead Los Demon. “You good?”
I move my arm and grit my teeth through the pain. “I’m fine. Thanks, brother.” I turn the doorknob and shove the door open. Blinding red hot rage flows through my blood when I see a Los Demon hovering over Monica. His hands are wrapped around her throat, choking the life out of her.
I move quickly into the room and grab him by his cut throwing him against the wall. A gasp leaves the lips of someone behind me, but my focus is on this motherfucker right here putting his hands on my woman.
“You’re a dead fucking asshole.” I move quickly toward him and see he’s their Enforcer. I deliver a painful blow to his already bloody face. He throws his hands up in defense, blocking my punches. I blank out and rain blow after deadly blow onto this cocksucker. He fucked with the wrong MC. The Royal Bastards take no mercy on anyone who harms what belongs to us.
My arms are weakening and the Enforcer isn’t moving but that doesn’t stop me. I stand above him sending kick after kick into his lifeless bloody body. Strong arms wrap around my shoulders yanking me back into the present. The pain in my arm comes at me full force and I scream out in pain.
I spin to attack the fucker who’s holding me but it’s Capone and he growls in my ear, “I’ve got you brother. It’s me.” He releases his brutal grip on my arms and lets me go. I turn around searching for Monica. My eyes land on her immobile body lying on the floor with Krimson hovering above her.
“No, no, no!” I cry hurrying over to Monica. I drop to my knees, hovering over her body, resting the palm of my hand against her flushed cheek, brushing away pieces of her dark hair. Her breathing is shallow and her heartbeat is weak. “Don’t you dare leave me, Bug. Don’t you dare.” I scoop her limp body up into my arms and cradle her against my chest. Tears fall down my cheeks and I don’t stop them. I don’t give a flying rat’s fucking ass if they see me cry. This is my life, my whole world. “Come back, Bug. Please, I can’t do this without you.”
Shouting, screaming and the loud pop of gunfire from the other section of the club grows quiet as everyone in here watches me.