Page 67 of Marked By Myth

“Oh grow a set, Johnny. You’re the goddamn president. Presidents don’t beg. They take.”

The rumbles of motorcycles filled the air outside. My heart did a little leap of joy. He came for me.

“Uh-oh,” I said, with a little giggle. Maybe I’d lost too much blood, but I was going to love watching my husband beat the ever loving shit out of Johnny for what he’d done to me. “Time’s up, Johnny boy. Now, you’re going to find out why they call him the man, the myth, the legend.”

“No…no…”

Johnny was shaking like a fucking leaf, trying to push the lifeless corpse of Calypso off him so he could flee. I stood back, making sure Pitch was out of the way when my husband came pounding down the door.

“Stupid whore,” Johnny spat. I’d been so caught up in the fray that I hadn’t seen him move Calypso to the side. Johnny raised a gun up and aimed right at me.

I couldn’t move.

Guns had always rendered me frozen.

The shot went off, but I felt someone shove me out of the way. A grunt came from beside me, and I looked over to see Pitch had taken the bullet meant for me in the shoulder. He’d landed against the wall, a trail of blood smeared down the wall once he fell.

“No!” I cried out. Crawling over to him, I dropped my knife and held my hands over his bloody wound. “Don’t you fucking die on me now.”

The sound of the outer door being kicked open was loud, but I kept my eyes on Pitch. His eyes were going funny. Fuck.

The door to this room slammed open and I looked up to see Myth enter with his boys.

“Get him!”

His eyes shot over to Johnny who was trying to sneak over to the window. Myth grabbed him by the throat and hauled him backward, slamming his head against the wall a few times before the gun fell to the ground. Gears swept in and kicked the gun away from them before his eyes locked on me, and on Pitch.

“Fuck.”

He ran toward us, taking his hoodie off and holding it over the wound and pressing down. “What the fuck?”

“He shoved me out of the way. He took the bullet for me, but I can’t get it to stop.”

“This much blood…Rox…”

“No, don’t say it.”

“I think it hit his carotid.”

“No, please…”

“Fuckers!” Gears called out. “Get me some help here! Carry him outside and get him to an ambulance!”

I could only sit back, watching as the man who saved me was carried outside by Royal Bastards. My eyes travelled back over to where Myth was currently choking out Johnny. His large hand tightened around Johnny’s throat. His face was turning a magnificent shade of purple, foam was forming in the corners of his mouth as he tried, in vain, to get Myth to let him go.

My pussy was clenching. How sick was that? Yet, I knew it was because he was protecting me. Me being taken must have hit him hard, and it was all my fault.

“Hey,” I heard Fang say, stepping in front of me. “Come on, Rox, let’s go outside. Get some fresh air.”

I nodded, keeping my eye on Myth as we passed by. He wasn’t letting up. I knew it made me sick in the head, but I was glad for it.

Fang and the boys crowded around me, protecting me from outside views. I let Fang direct me toward Myth’s bike just down the road a bit. He told the boys to get lost and go help Myth to leave us alone for a bit.

“You good?” he asked, handing me a bottle of ice cold water. I took little sips, trying to get rid of the dry taste in my mouth.

“Surprisingly yes, but I know there’ll be a time when I crack.”

He nodded. “Yeah. But you got an entire clubhouse behind you.”