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Chapter Thirty Seven
Cyrus
We brought the car to the club so we would all arrive together, but it works in our favour now. I drive while Bray and Asher make calls. I wouldn’t be calm enough to. Even now I grip the wheel so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t snap. Fury like never before flows through me.
How dare they come for her?
How dare they touch her?
This was always my worry, that they would think she is our weakness and try to hurt or use her to get to us. I should have known better. I slam my fist into the wheel, and Bray spares me a side-eyed glance before going back to talking, and I attempt to calm myself down to save it for them. What’s done is done, and they will die for even being near her.
When Bray hangs up, he turns to us. “Okay, it seems it’s the bag men, the money runners have split. Two sides. One thought taking us out would work better for them and get them men to run the product, the others disagreed. The ones we normally work with gave us an address and want to meet us there as a show of good faith to prove they were not in on it.”
“More like to watch us get back their control,” I snarl.
“That too. We make a new deal with them after we’ve dealt with the greedy bastards who thought they could make more money by getting us out of the way... and tried to use Blair to do it.”
“Fuckers,” Asher mumbles.
“I have the cameras from the club. It seems that address is right. They are heading there now; I’m tracking them. Four guys, the ones Blair described, and they are packing.”
“That’s fine, it won’t help them,” Bray snaps angrily. “Fuck, I can’t believe they went after her.”
“I can,” I growl. “I knew shit would happen. This is why I didn’t want to let her close.”
“You claimed her too,” Asher retorts. “Don’t just blame us.”
“I know that!” I scream, smashing my hand into the wheel again. “But we are supposed to protect her.”
“And we will,” Bray soothes, “and we’ll send a message with these assholes. No one will come close to her again, not to mention her rep is already getting around. She’s not an easy target, Cy.”
He’s right, but it doesn’t lessen my anger. I should have been there. She should have never had to protect herself in the first place. We put her in danger, I can’t change that, but I can make sure no one ever comes after her again.
What started as a game, as claiming her for our own selfish needs, just fucking changed to something real and dangerous, because she is ours, she is Crew, and now we are going to kill to keep her safe. That’s a bond that is never broken. Even if Blair ever wanted to get away from us, she couldn’t.
Nowhere in this world would be safe from us. She’s the only person on the fucking planet we would never hurt, but would ruin and kill everything for.
The address is an old, run-down dive bar, but it’s closed tonight. When we pull up, though, blocking the one entrance and exit to the parking lot, I spot their cars there as they argue. They know they fucked up, and when I flick on my headlights and light them up, I see them truly shit themselves. Climbing from the car, I lean against it for a moment.
“You the assholes who wanted our attention?” I ask and slam my door, the others following suit. The sound is loud, making the men jump. “You wanted Crew, right? Well, here we fucking are. Or are you pussies who can only go after girls?”
One of them pulls a gun and points it at me, and I notice the deep, bloody cut on his cheek.
“My girl do that?” I smirk, nodding my head at the fresh cut. “And I thought I couldn’t love her more.”
“We’ll kill you!” he screams, waving the gun around as if to make his point.
Idiot.
Moving closer, I press my forehead to the barrel of the gun, staring at him from inches away. “Pull the trigger and you’re a dead man walking. We are the only ones who can save you now.” His eyes flicker away, confused and scared, and I laugh as I back up just as I hear the low rumbles of the other cars. “Told you so. Being a fucking idiot traitor gets you nowhere. You didn’t only piss off Crew, but your entire organisation, and now they are coming for you.”
“Fuck, man, I knew we shouldn’t have done this!” one of them screams, and then he tries to get in the car to escape.
“Bray,” I order, my voice like a whip. He laughs, slides across the hood, and drags the man out, throwing him to the ground.
“Let us go!”
“Not a chance,” Asher scoffs, stepping into the headlights so they can see him. “You tried to hurt what’s ours. No one touches Blair but us.”
