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“I need to get to Chloe,” he says through gritted teeth.
“You’re no good to Chloe like this,” Makenna hisses at him. “The guys have got this. Trust them to get her out.”
“I’m going to get her,” I promise him, knowing that the man is going to die if he doesn’t get medical attention soon. Makenna will patch him up enough so that he can get to a damn fucking hospital.
“I ain’t got time for this. Chloe needs me.”
“She needs you alive, man,” I growl as I reach for the back of his collar and pull him back, just in time, as a bullet whizzes past his head.
Blood and gun smoke permeate the air. The scent of death fills my nose. I knew this was going to be carnage, but fuck, this is worse than I thought, and it’s not even over yet.
“Get her,” he hisses at me.
I nod. There’s no way I’m leaving here without her.
Kelvin and I move through the clubhouse quickly. My brothers are right behind us, taking out the remaining Dirty Demons. My focus is solely on getting Chloe. I feel nothing but emptiness as Kelvin and I check each room we pass, ensuring they’re empty before moving on.
“Basement or upstairs?” Raptor growls from my side.
“We’ll go upstairs,” Ace says. “You and Kelvin check the basement. The Demons are scurrying. The ones that are alive are currently running for their lives out the back.”
I nod, my jaw clenched. “Yell if you find her,” I tell them. I need to have eyes on her as soon as possible.
I wait for their nod and start to make my way toward the basement. It’s dark, not a fucking light on. Which makes me think it’s where they’re keeping her.
Kelvin raises a hand, letting me know he too thinks something is going on down here. I nod and continue to creep forward, my gun at the ready, waiting for a Demon to crawl out of the shitty rock they’ve been hiding under.
Kelvin lifts his foot and slams it into the door that’s in front of us, splintering the wood. The fucking room is soundproofed. Cunts knew exactly what they were doing by bringing her here. No one would ever hear her screams.
My heart stutters when I see the sight before me. The room is barely lit. The only light comes from the roaring fire, but it’s enough for me to see what’s happening. Chloe’s tied to pillars, her face is bleeding, and there’s a fucking gun pointed at her head.
“Get the fuck away from her,” I growl as my blood runs cold at the sight of the gun at Chloe’s head. “I said, get the fuck away from her,” I repeat when the cunt doesn’t move.
“Don’t be stupid now, Matthew,” Kelvin says emotionlessly. “We both know that this shit is done. Every member of this club is about to meet their maker, and judging by Pyro’s face, I’m going to say you’ll be the first one.” He’s lying. The majority of the club is dead, and this cunt is definitely next.
The bastard only pushes the gun closer to her head. I’ve had enough. I close the distance between us and reach for the cunt. My fingers curl around his arm, and I yank it backward. The resulting sickening pop is enough to tell me that it’s broken. Good. I throw the fucker to the floor and turn to the woman who has driven me crazy since the moment I met her.
I edge closer to Chloe and reach for her. I grind my teeth together when she flinches at my touch. Christ.
“Little Bird.” Her battered face makes my blood boil. Her face is pretty messed up, and I can only imagine what’s happened to her. “It’s only me. Are you okay?” I ask gently, as I reach for her once again.
“Yes,” she whispers as she pulls away from me again.
“We’ll get you home, baby,” I promise her, hating that she won’t let me touch her.
“Thank you,” she whispers hoarsely. “For finding me,” she tells me, and I watch as she passes out.
Fuck.
“Kelvin,” I snarl. “Get that cunt up and give him to my brothers.” He’s not going to make it to the end of the night. I’m going to enjoy taking the skin from his body and watching him writhe in pain, begging for mercy.
While Kelvin pulls the fucker to his feet, I start to untie Chloe, hating that she’s unconscious. She’s wearing a long shirt, one that no doubt belongs to one of the members of the Dirty Demons, but the skin that I can see is bruised. I have a feeling that every inch of her body is the same way.
The moment I have her free from her bindings, I lift her into my arms and carry her through the clubhouse. It’s time to take her home.
“Fuck,” Malcolm snarls when he sees me with his sister in my arms. “Is she okay?” There’s an edge to his tone, and I know what he’s thinking. She’s unmoving in my arms.
“She’s alive. She just passed out,” I tell him, and watch as he sucks in a sharp breath. His shoulders slump forward, and his eyes get glassy.
