Page 111 of Greased

Rhodes chuckles, shaking his head as he comes to stand next to Pike and I.

“Good try, Clinton. You think that I’m threatened by my sister taking back what is rightfully hers? I’m not like you. It's an honour to stand by my sister’s side.”

My heart soars at Rhodes’ declaration. I’m not going to lie in saying that I didn’t have worries that he held resentment towards me for coming back and taking what he has worked so hard towards. I turn to look at him and find his eyes already on me. He gives me a small nod, one I return.

He’s got my back and I’ve got his. Just like we always should have.

“Fool!” Clinton’s voice booms as he looks at the both of us in disgust. “You have ruined your son, Ren! Filling his head with the ideology that women are good for anything more than the hole between their legs.”

“Don’t forget the other two holes, boss.” One of Clinton’s lackey’s shouts, causing the six men to holler.

I curl my lip in disgust. Forcing myself out of Pike’s grip, I grab the gun still wedged between my thighs pulling it out and aiming it right at Clinton.

“See that’s where you have fallen short in your belief on the values of a woman. Not only are we fucking incredible in bed, we can also spot a man with an ego large enough to compensate for his small cock.”

I hear a few of our men snort and I can’t keep the satisfaction off my face as the expression on Clinton’s drops.

I take a few steps towards the centre of the stand off, ignoring the curses and mutters from behind me.

“See Uncle Clint, women are so much stronger than men will ever be. It would be wise if you took a few lessons from your betters,” I smile maliciously.

Clinton chuckles, “You have such vicious words for a meek little thing, niece. It reminds me of those few days you spent with me all those years ago.”

I stiffen but keep my gun trained on him. It takes all of my strength not to shake under his glare as his eyes look over my body. My stomach curls at the look in his eyes, at the way he looks at me and not in a way an uncle should ever look at their niece.

“You’ve certainly grown into a beautiful young woman. When you are mine again, I’ll have to make sure I keep that mouth full.”

The room erupts in curses and shouts but I don’t move a single muscle as I keep the centre of Clinton’s chest locked in my sight. I know it would all be over with the pull of the trigger.

It doesn’t take a genius to connect the dots to know that this is the man that stole my life from me. The man who broke up my family. Who stole my memories. Who broke my boys.

Not again.

My finger slips down to the trigger but Clinton catches the movement.

“Ah ah, darling niece. I wouldn’t do that if I was you.” He shakes his head, clicking his tongue. Patronising me like a young child.

“Give me one reason not to put a bullet in your skull right now. You took everything from me. It's only fair that I do the same to you,” I say as I run my finger over the side of the trigger.

Clinton laughs, “Not when a bullet is already destined for your boy.”

My gaze snaps to one of the guys behind Clinton, his gun aimed at Pike.

It feels like my entire world slows down as my hands drop, the gun that was once in my hand falling to the ground. I watch as the man's finger caresses the trigger, shouting as dread overcomes me.

Just as he pulls the trigger, I jump in front of Pike just as the second bullet fires, screaming as I feel both bits of lead tear into my flesh.

All I feel is pain.

The world around me buzzes as I slowly start falling to the ground. More gun shots and yelling sound off around me but I can’t give it the attention.

All I feel is the two wounds as pain travels through my body.

Arms capture me before I hit the ground. They cradle me to their chest as I’m slowly brought to the ground. I scream as I feel pressure on my thigh.

“Scarlett, baby. Please stop squirming, I need to stop the bleeding.” A voice breaks through the ringing but I can’t place it.

“Star. Star. No. No. Not again.” A voice panics as I hear a body dropping down beside me. A hand tries to grip the one hand not against the body holding me but pain shoots up my arm, making me scream out.

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