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Angel smiled, but it didn’t reach the depth of his cold eyes.
I gestured to Molly, and she slowly walked my way, maintaining as much distance between her and the Serpents as possible. I saw her wobble and worried that she was about to faint. My girl was stronger than that, though. She reached the end of the stage and jumped off, joining me as a little of the tension in my shoulders faded.
That was the moment hell broke loose.
“Hit dirt!” I shouted to Molly as she blinked and then dove for the carpet as Angel whipped out a gun. He wasn’t fast enough to get to her before I blocked his line of sight.
“Shoot me, and you’ll have the wrath of every member in every chapter of the Feral Rebels hunting your ass down. I can promise you, Angel, no one will fucking find what’s left of you when we’re done.”
He sneered as the double doors opened on the other side of the room. Men in suits faced us, drawing their weapons. “We’ll be seeing more of one another, Slash.”
I didn’t want to let him leave, but I also had to deal with the fucking Bladed Serpents in this room and keep Molly safe. That trumped my need to gut the bastard. For now.
Chapter 6 Gunner
Imoved to Molly as soon as Slash stepped in front of her, reaching down to tug her into my body. I needed to protect her from the threat that slowly began to shuffle toward us. There wasn’t a thought in my head except to keep her safe and unharmed, bracing myself for whatever fight lay ahead.
Angel Mackenzie slipped out the door, the fucking coward, leaving us to clean up the mess. And it was about to get a hell of a lot messier. Havoc spun the pistols in his hands like a gunslinger ready for an old-fashioned showdown, pointing the barrels at our enemy. The second we walked in here and found what this club was doing, they became our foes. Not a single one was leaving this room alive.
One of the boldest of the Bladed Serpents stepped in our direction. “Ratchet will hear about this.”
The crowd went eerily quiet. Like at the mention of Ratchet’s name, they didn’t speak out of reverence. The vicious president of the BSMC didn’t rattle us, even if he did intimidate his club. That scare tactic bullshit only worked on the weak-minded cowards that joined under Ratchet’s leadership. And the motherfucker was selling women.
Fuck Ratchet and fuck the Bladed Serpents.
People weren’t property, and women weren’t created to be fuck toys, used, abused, and tormented because they had a pussy. Men who believed that shit deserved the same vile treatment before they were strung up, eviscerated, and left for the buzzards to peck at.
This shit pissed me off. I fucking hated men who hurt women and forced them into sex. The rage swelled inside me, filling my lungs and expanding into every cell. I knew firsthand how such crimes broke the victims. I wouldn’t allow it to happen to anyone else if I could stop it.
Annoyed, I wondered why Ratchet wasn’t here. Why the fuck did that piece of shit skip the auction? He knew what would happen, which meant he had a partnership with Angel Mackenzie. What business kept him away, and what did that mean for Molly and the other women they’d taken? Was this a whole fucking trafficking ring or just bullshit with the Bladed Serpents and extra cash for Angel?
Those other girls were still in danger. The club would protect them, but I didn’t have a clue where to begin looking for them. Maybe a few would go to the police. Someone had to give a shit about what happened here.
A small, dainty hand with slender fingers rested on my arm. The warmth of Molly’s touch seemed to sink into the cold marrow of my bones, and the rigid fury lost its death grip on my body.
“Thank you.” Her gaze swept over my cut. “Gunner.”
Molly didn’t even know my fucking name before now. She knew nothing about me or my past but trusted me because of Slash. Her gratitude for us showing up and saving her from Angel and BSMC uncoiled something tight and bound in my gut, opening me up to feel emotion I’d buried with my wife and daughter’s death.
“You’re welcome,” I grunted.
Her fingers curled around my bicep as she pressed close to me, and I felt her tremble. My hand closed over hers. She didn’t pull away from me or flinch at my touch.
I knew immediately why Slash had fallen for this sweet, fiery, beautiful young woman. She dared to stand on that stage and conquer her fear, remaining strong when others would have broken. Her defiance and bravery struck me like an arrow to the heart.
My gaze swung over her from the top of her head and those dark red waves of silky hair down her full, curvy figure and to the tip of her black, heeled boots. She was a vision—a wild thing every man in this room wanted to tame.
Fuck. I instantly wanted her and then felt guilt for my arousal when I remembered the other women who fled this room from men who wouldn’t control their sexual appetites.
I never forced myself on a woman and never would.
Distracted, I didn’t see the bottle of beer careening toward my head until it hit me above my left temple, knocking me off balance. Glass shattered as it broke. Warm beer flooded my vision and sprayed Molly.
Angel’s departure emboldened the Bladed Serpents. Maybe they were restrained until now, only given the freedom to engage us once Angel was safely removed. It didn’t matter.
With a roar, I shoved Molly behind me as I swayed and righted myself, regaining my balance. I swiped the beer from my eyes and focused on the room, hearing Molly’s scream. I turned my head in time to catch the big motherfucker who’d kept her in his sights since she left the stage to pick up Molly.
She thrashed in his arms, kicking her feet and pummeling him with her fists. It didn’t faze him.
