Page 6 of Hell's Fear

“Why would I harm a pretty thing like you?” he sneered and licked her cheek.

Tears began falling down Brooke’s cheeks.

“Keep your hands off, Norton,”

Norton spun and glowered at the giant confronting him. “If I want a bitch—”

“I said no rape or beatings. Are you in fuckin’ charge? Do as you’re told!”

“Fuck this Volcano, who the hell do you think you are to tell me no!” the fat guy shouted.

Brooke shook under his hands.

“You want lead on this? No fuck ups, Norton. Take the kid back to her friends. You’re going to join a team instead of watching them,” Volcano ordered.

Brooke didn’t think she’d be any safer with Volcano than the other guy, but at least he wasn’t licking her face.

“You telling me I can’t get my dick wet?” Norton demanded.

Volcano sighed and whipped out a gun. Brooke screamed as he shot Norton straight through the head.

“Oh shit!” another guy said. He wore a badge saying Summoned.

“Clean this mess up. I don’t want anybody seeing the blood should someone stop by. Dump Norton in the trash. If anyone else has a problem, find me. I’ll be waiting,” Volcano sneered

Brooke shook as Volcano began to walk away. “And return the kid to her friends and lock them in. If any are harmed, then I’ll take it out on your hides.”

Summoned

“Fuckin’ Volcano. Always making a mess,” Summoned said as he grabbed Brooke’s arm and walked her back to the room where some of the staff had been locked up.

He snickered under his breath. Volcano may have saved this one but while he’d been organising things, some of the guys had already had some fun.

Summoned eyed the girl in his grip. She was a tempting morsel, but Volcano had made it clear he’d kill anyone who ignored his orders. The fucker had always been insane and Fury had preyed on that insanity.

There hadn’t been enough Venomous Fangs to take over the facility completely, but there were plenty to tackle three rooms. The layout of the Escape Rooms aided the unnoticed infiltration.

Summoned grinned.

It was time to strike a blow.

Chapter Two.

Team One:Sunny and Smokey (Hellfire). Fish and Marsha, Willow and Grey (Rage). Davies (Hawthorne’s). Inglorious (Unwanted Bastards).

Sunny.

How the hell did I end up in this lunatic asylum? This was sheer lunacy.

We should be getting ready to beat the crap out of the Fangs, and I still had to find the dirt inside Hellfire. There was somebody left who meant the club harm. I had to root them out because Hellfire was near enough clean. Anderson was convinced rot remained in Hellfire, but I’d not seen anything.

From what I witnessed, the brothers were tighter than ever, and they certainly lived in each other’s pockets. If someone was rotten, then they were fuckin’ good at hiding. Hellfire was a far different club from what I left, and Phoe was one of the biggest surprises. A woman wore a cut and sat in our church. That didn’t sit well with me. Shotgun had taken the time to explain that Phoe was their conscience and soul. I didn’t understand that.

What made Phoenix so crucial to the brothers? It was beyond my understanding. Phoe was rich, kind, and giving, but she wasn’t anything special. Yet Chance and everyone seemed to believe she walked on water. She was a mere woman who, in my eyes, had somehow wheedled her way into a Hellfire cut.

“What do you think the theme will be?” Marsha asked Fish.

“These places have themes?” Fish replied, startled, and Marsha glowered.

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