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I needed someone to stop him. But everybody we passed was some sort of monster, or wearing some kind of mask.
It was all turning into a blur.
And I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
I just wanted to sleep.
Isiah pushed through more and more people. Thinking he was getting closer to an escape. Thinking if he just made it to the door he would be free, and he wouldn’t have to face the consequences of years of treating women like possessions. Of hurting them and breaking their souls down to the point where they would rather be dead.
Isiah wasn’t walking away tonight.
Not with Meyah.
And possibly not with his life.
The party raged as we pushed our way through the crowd, knowing we would meet him in the middle.
Ripley, Romeo, and Brewer walked behind me, the crowds parting like the fucking red sea until it opened up and Isiah was standing on the other side with his man—Meyah in his arms. He instantly lifted the gun in his hand and pointed it at her.
People around us took a step back, and the music came to a halt. Isiah looked around. He was in a crowd of people, he had a gun pointed at Meyah’s head, and he was about to have to fucking explain himself.
I wanted to rush forward, to pull her away from him and to hold her in my arms. But I just wanted to trust in her strength, I needed her to hold in there a little longer.
The boys at my back and I all lifted our guns, pointing them at him.
“We all know you aren’t going to shoot me,” Isiah taunted. “People like you and the club, you’re too soft, too worried about innocent people getting caught in the crossfire. You see, I shoot Meyah. You kill me. I still win. You let me walk out, Meyah might actually live.”
I stepped forward. The club around us was in almost complete silence.
There were a few people panicking, rushing for the exit. A few staring on in awe, wondering if this was just a show, a Halloween gag. But for the most part, we were surrounded. The costumes elaborate, the tension thick, and Isiah about to learn why you didn’t fuck with Meyah.
“There’s one major flaw in that plan of yours.” Isiah’s eyes narrowed on me as I spoke. Then they looked around, and I could see him questioning why his men weren’t running to his aid. Why the club wasn’t as full as it usually was.
“These aren’t innocent people,” I announced, unable to stop the smirk that filled my face as a wave of masks were removed. One after another, men, women, club members, old ladies, club girls, Exiles, Brothers. Hundreds of fucking men and women.
“These people are family,” I called, holding my arms out and daring him to look around.
Isiah tried to keep his composure, but I could practically hear him filling his pants, shitting himself as he realized these people were on our side. That his men had already been removed, his club taken over, his ass on the fucking line. But it was when men like him were desperate that they did stupid shit.
Kero, on the other hand, did shit his pants, dropping Meyah on the floor and taking a step back. His eyes wide and scared as he held up his hands and acted like he didn’t have a fucking part in this shit.
Optimus stepped forward swiftly, grabbing Isiah’s arm and pulling his gun away while Blizzard drove his fist into the back of Isiah’s head, throwing him onto the floor.
Leo came forward, reaching down to pick up Meyah.
I saw the moment Isiah realized he was going to die, maybe not tonight, but soon, and decided he was going to try and take the easy way out.
Before Leo could pull Meyah away, Isiah reached for his ankle, ripping the knife from its strap and driving the blade into Meyah’s leg. Her body bowed off the floor, her mouth open as if she wanted to scream, but she was already drained, she was already running on borrowed time.
Men leaped on Isiah, while Leo scooped Meyah up into his arms.
Skins pushed through the crowd too. “Don’t remove it. Leave it where it is. It’ll help stem the blood flow.”
“There’s an ambulance waiting outside,” Optimus barked. “Go!”
I wanted to run after them, but my body was frozen, staring at the man on the floor, his arms behind his back in an almost impossible position, laughing like a fucking psychopath.
I couldn’t let him get away with this shit.
