I tried to keep my wits about me, but my body’s nervous system was flooding with adrenaline, making my skin sweat and my brain melt into a useless puddle. It didn’t help that Mutt was reaching between my body and Twiz’s to grab at my tit.
“You said you grabbed me first,” I panted slightly through my words. “But there’s three of you.”
“Yeah, we know you can be a feisty little bitch,” Twiz muttered into my neck. “So, we figured we better grab you team-like.”
“You gonna fuck me team-like too?” I asked.
Twiz and Mutt both froze against me, but Pink Eye started to jump up and down squealing yes, yes, yes!
But I knew Twiz and I knew Mutt. The former was an ex-pro football player for the B.C. Lion’s that tore his ACL, got hooked on his painkillers and got in with the club after having to pay back his dealers with enforcement work. He thought he was all that, but his gut, his lack of hygiene and his concussed-one-too-many-times brain did not speak to a good kinda man.
Mutt had a chip on his shoulder the size of Texas. He was a mix of minorities, Mexican, First Nations and Pilipino that made him astonishingly handsome. Unfortunately, he was also born a straight up psycho; a multiple offense sex-offender, incarcerated for manslaughter for the last decade, he’d just gotten back out on parole and he was eager to reclaim his place in the club.
They both wanted me, but they didn’t want to share. They wanted the thousand-dollar Garro chip in their back pocket so they could cash it in with Reaper, break me down and crack me open until all The Fallen secrets were exposed and they could be the ones to reap the rewards.
They thought Cricket was dumb, or not hard enough on me, that they could be the ones to ruin me.
Happily, they were too fuckin’ stupid to succeed.
“Really, boys, I’m surprised you didn’t think about this. Who’s gonna get to claim me in front’a the Prez?” I asked, aware that Twiz’s grip had slipped on my hands he had pressed to the wall. I just needed him to take a little, itty bitty step the fuck back…
“I caught ’er,” Twiz grunted.
“The fuck you did,” Mutt growled, and changed position so that he was no longer looming over me, but Twiz. “Was my idea in the fuckin’ first place to take her!”
Twiz twisted to face his accuser and there it was, that slight movement that gave me enough room to raise my knee and jam it ruthlessly into his gonads.
Happily, Mutt took the same opportunity to attack him with a crunching punch to the jaw. I ducked out from the wall just before he slammed a reeling Twiz into the space I’d just occupied. A lamp crashed off the side of the bedside table in the commotion and I hoped Pink Eye was too preoccupied with the skirmish to notice me slip out the door.
Hope is such a stupid sentiment.
I cried out as a strong hand caught me by my flying hair and jerked me backwards so hard that tears immediately sprung to my eyes and raced down my hot cheeks.
“I GOT HER!” Pink Eye screeched like a demonic child as he drew me tight to his chest and wrapped his thin, but stupidly strong arms around me.
I kicked my legs out into the air, trying to launch forward with enough momentum to throw him over my shoulder. I was tall, over six feet in my heels, and I’d done the maneuver before but Pink Eye was strengthened by a medley of supersonic drugs and he kept hold of me well enough to take us both tumbling to the ground. We landed hard, me on the same bruised hip that I’d fall on when Cricket knocked me to the ground. Pain exploded white hot in my side and ricocheted shrapnel edges of agony through my entire body.
“Fuck!” I screamed, momentarily blinded by the pain.
Pink Eye took the opportunity to straddle me, wrapping me so tightly in his wiry limbs that I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. Panic overloaded my system in a flash as I was thrown back to my assault. It was only the horrifying, blood-curdling scream echoing throughout the room that brought me slightly back to my senses. At least enough to realize that it was me making that noise.
“What the actual fuck?” A deep voice boomed through the room, my siren’s wail a warning before his explosion.
Wrath followed up his words by peeling Twiz and Mutt apart, because they were between Pink Eye, me and the door. Mutt went flying across the room into the opposite bedside table, the pink lamp there splintering under his weight.
Twiz just flattened himself against the wall, which seemed to enrage Wrath, who stopped moving passed him and turned on him with one heavy, brutal punch that knocked the big biker to the ground like tumbling Jenga blocks.