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“No entrance.”
“I can pay,” I growled, feeling anxious now that we were inside, close enough to hear the commotion coming from a back room, only slightly louder than the thumping music from the DJ. If Molly was hurt, they’d all fucking die.
“No. Boss says it’s a private party.”
I bet. Without hesitation, I pulled my knife and stabbed into the man’s gullet, ripping my blade through his flesh. Hot blood coated my hand as I pushed him back into the shadows.
A strangled cry left his mouth seconds before my steel sliced across his neck, and the coppery tang of blood invaded my senses. I’d done it so quickly that none of the crowd noticed in the dark club with strobing lights too erratic to reveal the carnage. Gunner and Havoc had taken care of the two Serpents MC members with equal ease and efficiency. We managed to hide the bodies in a closet in the hall, noting all the doors were shut.
I didn’t check the ones to the left and right, rushing toward the ruckus I could hear beyond the farthest door.
“Quiet or chaos?” Havoc asked with a grin.
“Quiet. We see what’s going on first.”
Two nods followed.
I turned the knob and entered the room, stunned to find a stage in the center with an abandoned stripper pole. The large area was overrun with Bladed Serpents cuts, but the shocking, horrifying vision of men forcing themselves on women shook the beast loose in my head. I growled as I turned to the stage, finding a vision of beauty and rage. Molly.
Havoc snarled, reaching for his dual pistols.
Gunner pulled out his weapon, hissing as his gaze swept over the room.
Men bid on my sweet Molly as she glared at the crowd, refusing to cower in fear. Wow. To show courage in such a dire circumstance proved that she wasn’t weak-willed or too soft to be a biker’s ol’ lady. She was fucking perfect. Young? Sure. But that didn’t mean shit when your soul had that kind of fire.
Her lightly flushed skin and big eyes the color of moss with her ire drew my gaze, pulling it from the glossy pink pillows of her soft lips. God. She was fucking gorgeous. A long-legged, full-breasted woman with all the luscious curves made to fit against a man’s harder, muscled body.
And to top it off, she was intelligent, sweet, and artistic.
“Fifty thousand,” I growled at the man on stage as Gunner and Havoc spread out beside me.
Havoc grinned at the sudden silence as Serpents turned to face us. He fucking loved chaos. Thrived on it. He’d take a pound of flesh for this shit, and I would let him.
Gunner flinched at the men holding several women around the room, firing his gun without hesitation. He put a bullet in every rapist’s head before they could move, exacting swift justice.
Girls screamed as they shoved away their attackers.
A few cried out as they left the room. The others scattered, and no one stopped them. I dared any of these motherfuckers to try.
My gaze focused on the man in the dark suit who stood next to Molly. “Who the fuck are you?”
He stared back. No reaction. His expression was unreadable. “Angel Mackenzie.”
“Step away from my ol’ lady.”
Molly gasped, probably surprised I said those words. I’d explain later, right after I told her I planned to claim her, which was happening as soon as she turned eighteen. Until then, she was mine to protect. We’d have plenty of fun in the interim. But right now, all that mattered was that I made my point. She was mine. Do. Not. Touch.Asshole.
Angel’s brows lifted in a brief flash of surprise.
“You know who I am?” I asked, palming my blade with my bloodstained hand. The other held my gun, holding a steady aim as he moved a few steps toward the end of the stage.
Angel’s gaze flicked over the dried blood, sweeping across the patches on my cut. “Ah, you must be Grave’s nephew, Slash.”
A few of the Bladed Serpents backed away. Our club had a reputation for dealing out merciless retribution, but my skill with a blade and the rumors of flayed bodies left behind me sent a ripple of fear through the crowd.
Some didn’t easily scare. I could respect that if they weren’tsellingwomen and fuckingassaultingthem. Did it matter? No. I’d rip them apart with my blade and let her sing with every slice and stab. Either way, every fucker in this room would die.
“I am,” I replied. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to stay where you are while Molly walks to me. No one fucking so much as twitches until she reaches my side. Then we’ll have a chat about the rest of this shit show.”
