“Hey! I’m fucking talking to you!” He hits the back of my helmet with his gun, and I decide I’m done.
Pulling the shotgun from my motorcycle holster instead of my other weapons feels like a gut instinct, which is just as well because the man behind me shoots my back tire out. I can’t help my scream as I skid out, and then I’m airborne and rolling with my arm holding the gun outstretched.
“Fucking finally?—”
Breathing heavily, I listen as one of the bikers gets off his bike and begins stalking toward me. I ignore my aching muscles as I sit up and shoot the idiot in the face, because I’m ready to be fucking done. I refuse to let anyone hurt me, my baby, or my pack.
I have zero fucks to give, and I’m going to act like it.
“You shouldn’t play with guns you don’t know how to handle,” the last one growls, throwing his body over mine.
“I clearly do if he’s dead, moron,” I gasp, struggling to get him off me.
The fucker knocks my helmet off and backhands me, making me gasp. Fuck, that hurt. I’m definitely going to have a black eye now. Dammit! He pins my shooting hand on the ground, cruelly twisting my fingers until I have to release the weapon. A gun won’t help me when I can’t get any space to shoot him with it, so I pull the knife between my breasts with my free hand and jab it into his shoulder.
I was aiming for his neck, but he moved.
“Aww. We were just having fun,” I croon, getting up as he scrambles to his feet to get away from me.
The shotgun comes with me as I begin to stalk him, my eye on the drop off of the cliff that he hasn’t seen yet. The snowy weather comes with a lot of fog, carefully hiding the surprise behind him.
My ankle complains as I walk, but I do my best to ignore it as I walk forward.
“Your bitch is fucking crazy! I can’t believe I wanted to stick my dick in that.”
The rumble of motorcycles behind me tells me exactly who he’s speaking to.
“Let this be a lesson not to touch what’s not yours,” Lore growls. “Do what you have to, Princess. We’re here if you want us to do it.”
“Wait! I’m just doing what I’m told. I’m just the muscle,” Fang whines. I only know his name because his buddy let it slip, but honestly, he owns the name well.
His teeth are jagged and could use the help of a good orthodontist. I suppose that doesn’t much matter if he’s just going to die soon.
“Muscle for who?” I ask, shooting at his feet.
“Fuck! Stop! I need medical attention,” he says.
“Mmmhmm. I believe my omega asked you a question,” Wilder growls.
“Macon sent me. He’s my President. He said…this would be an easy job now that your Prez is dead.”
“I’m not dead,” Lore laughs. “I’m standing right here. We got what we need, Princess. Fire at will.”
My shot hits true, throwing Fang’s head back. His weight lands his body on the lip of the cliff, and he continues to fall into the abyss below. There’s no scream because he’s already dead, and my knees give out on me as the adrenaline begins to fail.
Lore’s knees hit the ground behind me, and then I’m being pulled into his lap.
“Does anything hurt?” he asks, looking over me as his fingers run up my body. “Fuck, the dipshit clocked you good, Princess.”
“I’m okay,” I tell him, shaking my head even as the tears begin to fall. My hands tremble, but it’s just from coming out of this shit on the other side. “Call Devon, Lore.”
His fingers curl around my throat, and his thumb forces my chin up so he can kiss me until I’m clinging to his arms.
“I love you. I’m going to end this shit.”
His phone is in his hand and ringing by the end of his sentence, and Ransom walks over to drop beside us and steal me away. The entire pack begins to work together without a word, and Storm disappears from the clearing with purposeful steps.
“He’s getting the bodies,” Lore murmurs under his breath just as Devon picks up.
