Page 45 of Calypso's Shield
Capone and Blayze storm the front, their bullets shredding through the metal doors. Sparks rain down, the stench of burning gunpowder thick in the air.
Trigger and Aftermath cut left, knives flashing, their boots slamming against the pavement. Two of the Bloody Femmes’ lookouts drop before they even have the chance to scream.
Inside, it’s a massacre of blood and bodies. Some Black Market Railroad bastards are scrambling for cover. Others are firing blindly, desperation thick in their panicked movements.They know they’re outmatched. They know we’re here to end them.
I don’t waste time watching them. I move like a fucking ghost through the carnage. I’m not Detective Farris Dalton of the LAPD anymore. I’m Farris Law Dog Dalton, a badass MC member ready to shed some blood for my Club and my woman.
A Black Market Railroad soldier lunges at me from the right, his blade glinting in the flickering light. He’s too slow. I sidestep, catching his wrist, twisting until I hear the satisfying snap of bone and screams.
I slam my knife into his throat, twisting it as I shove him against the wall. Blood sprays across my arm, warm and thick. His eyes go wide, his hands clawing at the wound, choking, gurgling. I don’t wait for him to die, I’m already moving.
Another one comes at me, and I put a bullet between his eyes before he gets close enough. His body crumples like a rag doll.
Around me, the warehouse is turning into a fucking warzone. Bodies are hitting the floor left and right. The Bloody Femmes are falling back, retreating, but we’re not letting them run.
This isn’t just a fight. This is extermination.
A familiar gunshot rings out close by, and I whip around just in time to see her.
Calypso is moving like a goddamn shadow, weaving between cover, her gun flashing in the dim light. My heart pounds against my chest. My first instinct is that she shouldn’t be here, she should be somewhere safe. But Calypso doesn’t do safe. She’d rather fight alongside me instead of sitting on the sidelines. Her badassery is what attracted me to her in the first place.
I watch as she ducks behind a stack of crates, popping off another shot that catches one of Dave’s men in the thigh. The fucker goes down hard, shrieking as he clutches the wound.
My jeans tighten when Calypso doesn’t even hesitate. She steps out from behind her crate, cool, steady, ruthless, and fires again, shooting him in the head. Fuck, I love this woman.
I see the movement behind her. “Calypso! Left!”
She pivots, but not fast enough. The gunshot cracks through the air. Calypso jerks back, her body snapping like a puppet with its strings cut. My chest locks up.
Calypso stumbles, her gun slipping from her fingers as her back hits the crate behind her. Time slows as the battle rages on around me, but it doesn’t fucking matter.
All I see is her. Her blood spreads across her chest, seeping into her shirt, dark and cruel. “No!” I cry.
No, no, no.
I can feel my entire world splintering as I kneel beside her. Tears burn the back of my throat, but I fight them back. I can't lose her. My hands press down on the wound, slick with blood that should never have left her body.
Her lips part, her eyes glassy, struggling to focus. “Farris…” Calypso’s voice is so fucking weak.
I press harder, my breathing ragged. “Stay with me, baby.”
Her fingers weakly clutch my cut, her touch barely there. I feel her life slipping away with every ragged breath she takes. I should’ve never let her come. I should’ve fucking protected her.
“Somebody get the fuck over here!” I roar.
Blayze appears, his expression hardening when he sees Calypso. “Shit.”
“Get her to the hospital,” I bark. My throat feels tight as hell. “Now.”
She tries to shake her head, her bloodstained fingers curling against my chest. “I can…”
“Don’t you fucking argue with me.” My voice breaks. “You’re going.” Calypso’s breath catches as I lean down, pressing my forehead against hers, my voice barely a whisper. “Baby, please.”
Her lashes flutter. She’s losing too much blood. I press a kiss to her lips, soft, desperate, fucking terrified. I pull back and lock eyes with Blayze.
“Get her out of here.” My voice is steel. “I’ll finish this.”
Blayze doesn’t hesitate, he hauls her up, and she whimpers from the pain. The sound kills me. I watch as they drag her toward the exit and the doors slam shut behind them.
