Page 24 of Disturbed Lucidity

Alright.

I didn’t hesitate to reach for my blade, unsheathing it in one swift move, before flipping it in the air and catching it by the hilt. With my other hand, I crouched low and waved the fucker on.

“Let’s play,” I sneered while I licked the blood dripping from my lip, delighting in the metallic taste.

Fucker number one charged me again. I reached out, grabbed his wrist, and without a second thought, I twisted around fast, slicing my blade around his hand to the bone. Then, before anyone could see what I’d done, I jabbed the tip of my knife into his wrist bone and twisted it, severing the limb completely. Standing there, I watched when the man stopped and looked down at his arm, seeing blood stream out of his limb onto the floor. Slowly turning, the fucker looked back at me while I raised his hand, then dropped it to the floor.

His friends didn’t move.

No one did.

“Had enough fun yet?” I growled low, never taking my eyes off him or his friends. Instead of doing the right thing, the fucker roared. His screams echoed like music to my ears. He reached behind him with his remaining hand to produce a gun. Before he could even get off a shot, I threw my knife, and watched when it landed deep in this throat. Gurgling, the fucker slowly fell to his knees. I walked over to him, letting out a sadistic laugh. Reaching for my knife, I placed my booted foot on his shoulder and pulled hard; my knife slid from his body, dripping with his blood.

Leaning over, I blew on him as he fell to the floor, dead.

Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention when Agony, one of the club enforcers, snapped the neck of fucker number two, who held a gun to the back of my head.

Turning to face my new threat, strong arms tightened roughly from behind me. Struggling to free myself, I watched as Saint, Indigo and Logic quickly subdued the other three Los Santanas members. My eyes landed on the nasty fucker who grabbed me, lying face down on the floor, blood pooling around his head, his severed hand by his feet.

I smiled.

“Ivy, breathe. You’re safe, babe,” I barely heard Slash as he tried to get my attention. My heart thumped wildly in my chest, making it harder to catch my breath.

I wanted more.

I needed it.

Craved it as I licked my lip again, tasting my blood coat my tongue.

“Bitch ain’t calming down, Slash.”

“Just give her a minute!” he shouted. “She just needs a minute.”

“Gonna have to restrain her,” someone else said as my eyes landed on Slash.

I knew that face.

“Hey. That’s right, Ivy. It’s me. Mikie. Come on, sweetheart. Come back to me.”

Blinking a few times, I tried to focus when I whispered, “Slash?”

“Yeah, that’s right, babe, it’s me.”

“Slash?” my voice quivered while my eyes stared at the dead men.

“Ivy, I need you to tell me you’re good, babe.”

Nodding, I murmured, “I’m good.”

“Then drop the fucking knife,” a gruff, calm voice growled low and firm from behind me, as warm breath tickled my ear. Arms tightened around my middle, cutting off my air. That’s when I realized I had my knife pressed hard against someone’s crotch.

“Now!”

Nodding, I released the hold on my knife, and it clattered to the floor. And whoever was holding me pushed me away. Turning, I saw Luc bent at the waist, his hands on his knees as he took long, deep breaths.

“You’re lucky, Ivy.” Saint smirked. “Not many people can get the jump on Luc like that and live to tell the tale.”

“Saint, shut up and get those fucks downstairs,” Frost shouted, handing out orders. “Pinball, go get the Plebs and tell them to clean this shit up. Mouth, turn the fucking music back up. The rest of you, church, now!”

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