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Seeing him here now is giving me tunnel vision.
I want to hurt him. Torture him. Be his worst fucking nightmare for the betrayal to the club. The betrayal to me. And more than anything, for what he did to Zoe.
“Move in. Be careful of the women,” I snap the moment Gunner pulls his gun free and aims at one of them.
With my heart nearly lurching from my throat with fear that my princess will get hurt, as one, me and my brothers storm from the shadows, guns raised, voices yelling to distract Gunner.
It doesn’t work.
The loud crack of his gun pierces the air, one of the women is hit in the back of her leg before she screams and tumbles to the ground.
Everything happens quickly then.
Chaos erupts.
With our women in the way, we can’t shoot freely, and by the time we reach the panicking Zoe look-alikes, Gunner has shot another two rounds.
As I break through the barrier of women, I aim and shoot Rusty in the knee, watching him cry out in pain as he crashes to the ground before I turn to yell over my shoulder.
“You need to get out of here!”
More gunfire sounds, my eyes darting to Adam as he joins Gunner, shooting at the women, one jerking as a bullet slams into her hip, throwing her forward.
Her scream is loud, and I hold my fucking breath, hoping like fuck it’s not my princess.
“No!” Slasher bellows as the hood comes off the woman and the wig falls free.
Alana.
Shit.
With a murderous roar, Slasher charges Adam, gun raised, with round after round hitting Adam where he stands as Slasher fills him with lead.
A bullet whizzes past my head before my eyes meet Rusty’s where he trembles in the bloodstained dirt, his gun raised to me.
I don’t hesitate. I squeeze the trigger of the heavy metal in my hand and watch his face contort in more pain as my bullet peels through the flesh on his arm and his gun tumbles to the dirt.
“You’re mine now.” I rasp, kicking his gun away and lurching forward to fist his hair, reefing his head back. “The Reapers are over.”
Rusty hisses in my face, but I ignore the hate he’s about to spew, pressing the barrel of my gun to his upper arm that’s unharmed, and pull the trigger, making sure he’s too injured to fight.
His bellow is met with an animalistic female growl as someone leaps on my back.
“Leave him alone!” Irina screeches, her fists hitting the side of my head as she swings wildly.
I reach back, trying to grab her, but she’s like a monkey on my back, clinging to me.
“Get off him!” Zoe’s scream meets my ears before I’m pulled backward, nearly falling as Irina is torn off me. “No one fucking touches what’s mine. Least of all you, you psychotic bitch.”
Spinning, I watch as my princess unleashes her monster, fists pummeling, leg kicking out to knock Irina to the dirt before a second kick to Irina’s head knocks her out cold.
“Fuck,” Stretch mutters, skidding to a stop next to Zoe, his gun trained on Irina. “I was coming to help, but it looks like you had that under control, MamaZ.”
Zoe’s only reaction to Stretch’s words is giving a shrug before her eyes dart around frantically.
I follow her gaze, seeing women on the ground bleeding, while others attend to them. Adam’s body is only feet away, lifeless eyes open and blood seeping from a hole in his head, courtesy of Slasher. Irina is still out cold, and Rusty Hunt, the Reapers’ President, is panting in pain, with only one leg uninjured.
He’s not going anywhere.
