Page 18 of Taming the Demon

Cyrus looked at Darrow. There was probably a one second window for Darrow to try and split. He didn’t bother. He could face his maker as needed.

“I understand,Prez,” Darrow said.

Linc and Slade pounced on Darrow.

Darrow’s face slammed off the bar. Slade and Linc held his arms behind his back.

“Sorry, brother,” Slade whispered.

He then punched Darrow in the ribs, knocking the wind out of him.

“Fight back and eat a bullet,” Linc warned.

“I’ll handle this one personally,” Cyrus said.

He reached for Mara and she swung her hands to stay out of his grasp. Cyrus reached again and got a handful of her shirt. He pulled Mara against him.

“Now the question is this…” Cyrus announced. “How long have you two been fucking each other? And don’t deny it. I can smell the sex. The cum. The pussy cum. Everything.”

“I never wanted to wear Fitz’s ink,” Mara said. “I never wanted to marry him.”

“This ain’t divorce court,” Cyrus said. “Your hubby is a rat. He tried to take down this club. And all of us in it. And I’m supposed to believe you knew nothing?”

“She’s not lying,Prez,” Darrow said. “We’ve been fucking for a while now. She told me right away when shit happened. She’s here to help. She’s on our side.”

“Let him go,” Cyrus said, his voice annoyed.

Slade and Linc backed off from Darrow. Slade turned and grabbed a chair and threw it across the clubhouse.

“What the fuck is happening to us?” Slade bellowed. “This is what we’ve become? Everything is a fucking war?”

“I’ll protect her with my life,Prez,” Darrow said, ignoring Slade’s outburst.

“This is fucked up,” Linc said. “What do we do?”

“She’s been sitting at our bar for how long?” Cyrus asked. “How much did she see? How much did she hear? How much did she fucking report back to her rat husband?”

Cyrus took out his gun. Darrow quickly did the same. Linc pointed his gun at Darrow.

“Jesus Christ!” Slade yelled.

“This isn’t the way,” Darrow said. “She did nothing wrong. I’d kill her myself if she did. This isn’t what she wanted.”

“I can speak for myself, Darrow,” Mara said. She looked at Cyrus and shook her head. “I never asked for it. I never wanted it.”

“Now you have to take it,” Cyrus said.

He pointed the gun at Mara. Darrow felt his finger touch the trigger on his gun. The sequence would not turn out okay. Either Linc would kill him first or he’d shoot Cyrus and Linc would kill him anyway. Then kill Mara…

Mara’s head scrambled. Her heart raced.

Do something!she screamed in her mind.

She touched her stomach, gasped for a breath and looked at Cyrus. A second away from death… Only one thing came to Mara’s mind.

“You can’t kill me… I’m pregnant!”

Chapter Eight

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