“Want?” He winks “Oh, it’s not about whatIwant.”
He stops in front of a door, and he leans in and I pull back, not wanting to be this close to him.
“Are you ready for your big entrance, sweetheart?” He laughs. “Fuck, this is going to be good. It is time that Phoenix, hell, all of Arizona, belonged to the 749.” I frown at his words, not really sure what he means.
Who is on the other side of the door?
He grins at the two men behind me, who hum in agreement with him.
I try to break free, not willing to go down without a fight, but it is futile since they are stronger than me.
“Don’t bother, bitch,” one hisses in my ear, and I let out a whimper.
“Bring her in,” is called form the other side of the door.
Shaking my head I cry, pulling back and fighting, but they tighten their grips on me. The door is pushed open and I am forced into a room, which is bright, and I am hit with the smell of sweat and copper. Blood.
The first thing I see is another man, dressed in baggy jeans, a plaid shirt, with a sickly grin on his face. A gasp whooshes out of me when I see him holding a fucking gun pointed at Valarie’s head.
“VAL!” I cry her name.
Her head slightly shakes, tears roll down her cheeks, and then I notice she is staring straight ahead. Frowning, I turn my head to see what she is staring at.
My heart drops into the floor beneath me, and my hand goes to my mouth in shock at what I am seeing.
Logan is standing on the other side of the room with his brothers. A wall of leather and denim glare at Val’s crew. Guns raised. Blood splatters their clothes and skin.
They are a wall of anger and rage, but look in control, unlike Val’s crew, who look fidgety.
“Baby.” Logan’s voice is deep, I hear the anger mixed with worry in his tone. “Are you hurt?”
Shaking my head, my voice is stolen from me as tears roll down my cheeks. My heart feels like it cannot beat any faster in my chest, which is feeling tight.
“Good. Now that the people she’s hurt are standing in front of her, I’ll take it from here. Her days of causing damage end tonight— this bitch needs to die— don’t you think?” He laughs like it is an everyday conversation.
“No one needs to die; let the girl go and she will leave the state,” Racer speaks, his voice calm and controlled while I am anything but.
I focus on Logan and see regret and anger looking back at me.
“Oh, but she does. She is not needed anymore.” The room instantly stills, the temperature chills, Val sobs, and her cries break my heart.
She hurt me but I would never wish her dead.
A loud bang echoes around the room, making my ears ring.
Shouts of alarm mixed with loud gunfire have me shaking, covering my ears with my hands, as they ring. Then I am thrown to the floor, and I cry out as my back hits something hard behind me.
Curling up into a ball, my body shakes as each gunshot rings out around the room. I hear my name being called but I can’t focus on the voice. Everything is so loud.
My fear takes over, and my vision starts to get dark.
Pain I have never felt before slices through my thigh, and a scream rips from me. Waves of hot and cold rush over me, and my body shakes as I cower, while people scream and loud bangs keep going off.
I open my eyes, looking for him, but it is a bloodbath. People are on the floor, even though the pain is excruciating, I am glad that no one from the club is down.
Val is on the ground, blood seeping around her head like an evil halo, dead. Oh, God.
“No… no, no, no. Logan,” I call to him, my tears blurring everything. “LOGAN.” My voice is scratchy.
