Page 15 of Caged

Mikhail: Altercation at Vox. Grab A and J.

I can hear Alexei groaning from the other room.

Well, he’s out.

Fuck.

Jax’s phone rings four times before he answers, breathlessly. “Hey.”

“Mikhail needs us to go to Vox.” I throw a wave at Lara before leaving.

“Oh. Um, I’m not in Vegas at the moment.” It sounds like he’s covering his mic to talk to Sofia.

She isn’t muffled enough to miss her giggling.

Shit.

“I’m like, three hours at least. I’ll call you when I’m close.” He ends the call.

My knuckles crack as I climb into my Hellcat.

It won’t be the first time I’ve taken care of a fight myself.

I better text Enzo to be my eye in the sky. He might not get his hands dirty, but he can call in reinforcements if I need them.

The air conditioning in my Hellcat is just barely beginning to catch up to the Vegas sun when I pull to a stop in front of the bar.

There’s at least two Reaper bikes parked in front.

Not too many. Should be an easy clean up.

A blast of cold air and the sounds of fighting washes over me when I push through the glass door.

The short bartender just points mutely towards the back. He knows who I am and why I’m here.

Crashing grows louder as I thread through the tables.

A man wearing a leather vest stumbles past me, clutching his side where a bloom of crimson is spreading over his shirt.

He glances up at me, and his face pales before he lurches for the exit.

There are at least six guys forming a circle in the back. Their elbows and fists fly as they attack whatever is in the center.

One falls backwards, clawing at his own throat, eyes bulging as he falls to the ground.

I get a flash of the person in the center.

Long dark hair whips from a high ponytail as she tries to push one of the men off of her. Blood covers her chest and torn shirt that reveals her slim bare belly.

Her chocolate eyes meet mine before a fist lands on her jaw, knocking her down.

A seething rage surges within me as she falls.

Grabbing a neck in each hand, I sling the two men together hard enough their skulls make a hollow crunch when they meet.

I push into the fray and extend my arm, beckoning the fallen woman with my open palm.

Her shaking hand reaches up and touches mine.

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