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“Are all the women and children accounted for?” she asks, glancing over to the doors to the compound where Duffer stands, nodding in response.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Don’t fucking call me ma’am,” she mutters, then takes a step back. “You can do what you want with these assholes, they’re not my concern.” With that, she marches back toward the building, barefoot.
“Ax?” I pull my gaze from the crazy fucking woman, who just kicked ass in a gun battle wearing a fucking tee and no shoes, to turn and stare at Shift at the mention of my name. “What are we doing with them?”
“We’re sending a message,” I grunt, before pulling my trigger three times and watching the men topple over. Blood pours from their heads, their skulls shattered from the brutal attack, but I don’t give a fuck.
The fourth and final guy sobs, preparing for his bullet too, but instead, I drop to my knees so we’re eye to eye. “It’s your lucky day, Grant,” I state, reading his name on his cut. “You get to be the one to go home and tell Kincaid that he’s fucked with the wrong crew.”
He nods, his eyes red with snot trailing from his nose. He’s as big as me and sobbing like a baby. He staggers to his feet, swiping at his face as he runs for the gate. He gets about fifty yards away from me when I pull the trigger using the final bullet in my chamber.
“Nah, I changed my mind. No survivors is the message I want to send.”
* * *
After hollering out orders to get rid of the dead Brutes, I point my finger at Ryker, Shift, and Gray, before signaling for them to follow me inside. Making my way toward the door, I falter when I hear the sound of an engine approaching, but I relax the moment I see it’s Emmett.
We wait by the doors, watching the horror and shock on his face. “What the fuck? I was gone for two hours.”
“And all of this happened in less than fifteen fucking minutes,” I grunt, waving him closer.
Pulling the double doors open, I’m not surprised to find the women, children, and bitches filling the bar area. What I am surprised by is the brunette standing with her arms folded over her chest as she leans her back against the Church doors.
It’s like she knew I was coming for her.
I give her a nod, and she steps inside, and I follow her without a word. Emmett, Ryker, Shift, and Gray slip inside too, closing the door behind them. No one takes a seat. Everyone stands and stares at each other. I’m highly aware that Emmett has no fucking clue what's going on, but he’ll soon catch up.
“What the fuck was that?” There’s a bite to my tone, but she doesn’t wilt at it.
“An expensive clean up. If you need me to contribute to the cost, just let me know.”
Is she for fucking real?
“No, what the fuck were you doing?” Ryker interjects, clearly as bewildered as I am.
She fidgets like she’s searching for the guns that were there a moment ago. Guns we had no clue she knew how to handle.
Shift breaks the silence with the sound of his boots thumping along the floor as he cuts the distance between him and Scarlett. His brows are knitted as he reaches out and grips her chin, tilting her head back. “It’s actually you in the flesh.” Scarlett glares at him, a defiant gleam to her eyes, as he laughs. “That was definitely like watchingTomb Raiderin live-action.”
“What is going on?” Emmett asks, scrubbing at his chin as he looks back at Ryker, Gray, and I for answers, but we’re just as in the dark as he is.
“Yes, someone explain to me what the fuck is going on.” Ryker grunts, folding his arms over his chest.
Shift turns to look at us while maintaining his hold on Scarlett. “When you said there was a new club whore called Scarlett that you took from the Reapers, I never expected it to be the Scarlett I knew.”
“She’s just a club whore we picked up from the Reapers,” I grunt, refusing to listen to his bullshit about her being anything special to him before she got here, but he pushes on.
“Club whore? You’re fucking with me, right? I wouldn’t be surprised if she was still a virgin.”
“Definitely not a virgin,” Gray interrupts, a smirk on his lips despite the mess unraveling between us.
“I’ve never been a club whore, ever. That’s just what you assumed,” Scarlett clarifies, which makes even more sense, but she doesn’t turn her gaze to glance at any of us. What else is there to know?
“What does that mean?” Emmett repeats as my head starts to spin with the unknown.
“Explain, Scarlett. He’s doing a shit job and I have no patience,” I bark, giving her a pointed stare, but Shift waves me off.
