Page 49 of Vicious Punks
My finger pulls the trigger, making my body jerk backwards at the force and crash into Dom. The sound of the gun going off makes the crowd scream in panic and everyone starts running in every direction to escape. I gasp in a startled breath, it’s been a long time since I even held a gun in my hands. When Uncle Rig was around still. Slowly blinking, I watch people trip over the body laying on the ground, not even pausing once to see if he needs help. But the bullet hole in his forehead says enough. Can’t help the dead.
“You fucking set us up, Dom?” I’ve never seen Logan this angry as he pulls me out of Dom’s muscular arms and shoves me at Tey, who easily grabs a hold of me.
It’s like watching a standoff, any minute one of them is going to pull out their guns and fire, but too bad for Dom because I’m still holding his. Logan has his fist clenched on the front of Dom’s shirt while his other hand places a gun to rest against his enemy's forehead. I crouch down between them, stretching my hand out to give Dom his gun back. Fair fight and all. I don’t want Logan to die but maybe a shot to the thigh would make me feel better.
“Yes, I intentionally had some asshole come into my rave and point his gun at me.” Dom’s sexy lips curl in a sneer, sarcasm heavy in his tone.
“It’s time to play, kitten. Buckle up,” Tey announces and smacks a wet kiss on my cheek just as he pulls out his unicorn to tie the tail around his gun.
At first I’m confused as Logan flips the table in front of me and Dom drags me down behind it just as a gunshot blasts through the air, splattering wood pieces everywhere. I watch, eyes wide, as Dalton and Nicky spring over the couches and start firing into the crowd.
“Stay down and don’t move. You did good,” Logan hesitantly says to me and stands up to fire his gun rapidly while looking hot as fuck.
Something about this man and the confidence he oozes is a big turn on, unfortunately. I’d rather he was butt ugly, so I wasn’t attracted to him at least, but that’s just my luck.
“Stick with the crazy blond over there. Don’t worry, mama, I’ll be back in a flash. It’s just a little gang rivalry,” Dom smirks and leaves me speechless as he quickly places his perfectly, thick sculptured lips against mine, then he’s gone.
“What in the…” I mutter to myself and shake my head in bewilderment.
I turn my head, seeing Tey laughing with his head thrown back as he fires his gun over and over again without looking. Jesus. I’m just going to stay in my safe little hideout, not worrying about anything as the gang war blazes around me.
“Shit!” Tey shouts suddenly, his gun making a clicking noise that lets me know the chamber is empty.
My whole body flinches as a gang member tackles him in a quarterback move. Both of them go down and roll until Tey shoves his boot against the guy’s chest to send him flying. I watch as Tey sits up and quickly grabs his gun before I can blink… the gun with his unicorn on it. It’s head is barely hanging by a thread, it must have ripped as he was tackled. I haven’t seen that look on Tey’s face before. It’s sad, devastated, and that sends me into a rage at seeing him like that. While Tey’s distracted, the same gang member strides up to him and places his gun on the back of my crazy psycho.
I don’t fucking think so!
Grabbing the nearest object near me, which happens to be a beer bottle that rolled over here as everyone on the dance floor ran around in freaking circles. I don’t think, I just act. I’m jumping out from behind the table and leaping onto to the couch to dive off the ledge, attaching myself onto the gang member's back like a fucking spider monkey. I bash the beer bottle over his head while screaming like a banshee even when he falls to his knees.
“How dare you touch his unicorn! Look what you did, you pencil dick!” I’m breathing hard by the time I climb to my feet and flip my hair out of my eyes only to freeze as Tey stares at me with a lost look in his eyes, heartache.
“I can fix it.” I promise as I grab the unicorn out of his hand and examine the damage done to it.
The gunfire is starting to slow down, I can hear both Logan and Dom barking out orders behind me, but none of that matters right now. It’s about never wanting to see that look in his eyes again, lost and hopeless, it's one that I know oh so well. I’ve had enough moments in my life where I question what else could happen to me. How much more can I handle? I'm not letting his psycho ass go through that.
“You're not allowed to leave, Tillie. It’s too late.” He actually says my name in a hard tone that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
Usually, he’s always using nicknames to drive me crazy, but I secretly like them.
“What’s too late?” I cock my head to the side as I shove the stuffing back into the unicorn, not fully understanding what he’s saying and why my heart is racing at his words.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” That’s all he says, and I breathe easier as that wicked smile spreads across his lips.
I take the hair tie off my wrist, wrap it around the stuffed animal’s head a few times, until it doesn’t look like a decapitated unicorn. Good enough for now until I can sew it back for him.
He takes the unicorn back, carefully stuffing it in his pants back pocket and reaches over his head to grab the back of his black shirt in his fist. He pulls it off, leaving his hair messy, and helps me by placing his shirt over my head and down my body until it falls to my knees. Any normal woman couldn’t help but stare at him, even with gunshots blasting around them, because hello, abs. Tight, chiseled abs that are meant to be touched.
“Are you kidding me? We don’t have time for this right now. Tey, go with Nicky to the warehouse. He’s over there sitting on the soon to be dead fucker, after you guys ask him some questions. I want to know why the west side gang is trying to start a war.” Logan’s jaw is clenched tight as he grabs my hand and starts leading us to the exit of the tunnel with Dalton close behind, while I try not to stumble over dead bodies littered on the dance floor.
“Until next time, mama.” Dom looks just as pissed off as he kicks a body on the floor but he takes a second to wink at me as we walk past him.
“Not a word,” Logan demands, I can practically feel the anger radiating off him.
“Did you have fun tonight, little bitch?” Dalton snickers behind me, grabbing my other hand and not letting go, even when I shoot him a nasty look.
“Not really. I really wanted to dance,” I sigh in disappointment as we cross the dance floor, wishing it wasn’t covered in blood and the DJ hadn't run off.
“You were dancing all right, and don’t think we’ll forget it for one second.” I can hear the promise of retaliation in his gravelly voice.
