Page 150 of Wreck Me

“Time to get back to delivering our brutal brand of justice,” Cal told her.

I pushed off the step and managed to walk over steadily without drawing undue attention.

I walked up to Sky and played with her curls that had escaped her ponytail.

Damn, they felt so soft, so amazing to touch more than ever while I was like this.

That serenity enveloped me as I just stared at her for a moment, breathing her in, happy that Cas had brought in that jasmine hair stuff she used for her loose curls because it was such an intoxicating scent that I associated so strongly with her now. “Mmm,” I moaned out.

“Sweets?” she asked, amusement dancing in her eyes.

I felt Cas and Cal watching me, but I didn’t care in this moment while I was touching her and feeling her warmth up close.

“You ready for this?” I asked after what seemed like seconds, but might’ve been way longer judging by the way they were staring my way.

Thankfully my question cut through all that and had Cas asking her, “You’re prepared to bring Onyx back?”

“Full-on?” Cal pressed.

A smile spread over her face and then her eyes shone with fierce conviction. “It’s time.”

“Hell, yeah,” Caleb said, rubbing her shoulder excitedly.

Cas smiled, then turned on his chair to face the monitors. “Then let’s get to work.”

23

~Caleb~

She was in her element.

As I hauled my opponent into the bar, then fisted his hair and smashed his face into the bar top, knocking him out, I watched Skylar dodge a blow from one of the cheap suits running this shithole, then execute a roundhouse kick that sent him careening into one of the three stripper stage platforms. She was there in the next moment, driving her boot into the side of his head and putting him out of the fight.

She was clad in full Onyx gear. All hot-as-sin tight, black leather. The jacket had spikes all the way down the sleeves, giving way to a pair of studded gloves. Its hood overhung and shielded her face well, casting the rest in shadow. She usually went for one of three wigs—blue, red, or purple, and she was wearing the bright-red one tonight that was in a short, choppy style. She blended well with our Jackals get-up. Hell, she blended well with us in every way.

Another shithead came at me and I lunged over the bar, snatched up a bottle of vodka, then spun and slammed it across the side of his head. It exploded on impact, raining glass and booze down all over him, the shards of glass biting into the skin of his face making him scream. As he staggered, another big guy came at me. I took hold of the reeling guy and hauled him into the approaching one, the two of them crashing down on top of each other.

As the big motherfucker grunted and pushed the other off him, I kicked the bloodied one in the head, knocking him out cold, then jumped on the former before he could get up. I was wailing on him in the next moment, my fists a whirlwind of unadulterated violence and rage.

Most of all, fucking punishment.

“Pieces of shit!” I was roaring through my fists of fury. “Sick, demented motherfuckers!”

I’d trapped the guy’s legs with my knees, but it proved to just be an unnecessary precaution within moments as his struggle ceased quickly under my onslaught. Blood was coating my fists, his face becoming a disfigured mess, and then he went limp, out cold.

Euphoria coursed through me at the brutal justice I’d just delivered, as I pushed off him, then caught another suit trying to escape. I wrenched him back by the back of his suit jacket, then hauled him into one of the cheap round tables with a roar.

As he floundered and tried to gain purchase to push off and defend himself, I snatched up one of the chairs, then swung it at him. It slammed into his back, making him grunt and smack back down on the table. Roaring, I did it again and again, until he was slumping down the table in an unconscious heap, tipping the table in the process, and the thing tumbling down right on top of him.

Movement near Skylar caught my eye and I looked to see two suits barreling out from the dressing room onto the stages.

She vaulted up there, then leapt up onto the pole and used it to spin and gather momentum and power to then drive her body, boots first, into the gut of one of them. It ripped him right off his feet and as he landed hard on his back, his buddy went for Skylar.

I was about to bolt over there when somebody jumped onto my back and drove me into the bar. I threw my elbow back with a grunt, hearing a crack, as I’d likely broken the guy’s nose. Feeling the warm stickiness of his blood on my skin a moment later confirmed as much. As I kicked him back, I looked out at Skylar to see the guy she’d downed grabbing at her ankle. She managed to twist out of his grip, but then the other guy used the brief few moments of her extricating herself to his advantage and plunged his fist into her face. I winced as her head snapped to the side and she stumbled back a step. He roared and ran at her.

Something cut across my vision in the next second, moving rapid-fire, just before the guy stilled and lurched. I grinned as I looked to see a throwing knife buried in his gut.

Skylar swung her head just as I did and we looked to see Bastian there, his hand still in throwing position. He winked at her, then turned and gestured behind him. In the next moment, a line of women came out, with Cas bringing up the rear, the two of them escorting them out.

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