Page 41 of Property of Necro
A bunch of shouting from the church makes my mind up for me. Knowing Rot didn’t lock me in here, I escape his bedroom and navigate through the halls I’ve memorized by now to the chapel, where all hell is currently breaking loose as Necro sits on his throne, looking bored with the spectacle.
That makes one of us.
A different brother, I can’t remember the name of, notices me first and steps back to give me space to get closer to the men gathered around in the center of the room, encouraging someone to fight.
Ugh. Bikers and their testosterone.
I tuck in behind two big, burly men and peek between them to see what’s happening.
“Fuck you!” Rot knees Coffin in the nuts and drops him onto the tile floor. Straddling his waist, he punches him in the face, and Coffin grins like a madman, blood painted across his front teeth.
The blond idiot spreads his muscular arms wide. “Do it again, bitch,” he urges Rot, and Rot does as he’s told and socks him in the face.
Turning his head to the side, Coffin spits a sticky wad of blood on the tiled floor. “That all you got?” he taunts, barely fazed.
Irritation prickles across my skin as I shove one man to the side to reach the center of the makeshift fight ring. He grumbles a curse, and when I look up at him, arching a brow, he puts his hands up. “Sorry. I didn’t know it was you.”
I nod once, accepting his apology, and approach the dumbasses still throttling each other on the floor.
“Are we done?” I boom, then I kick Rot in the side. Not hard, but enough to stop him from pummeling his brother.
He whips his head to look over his shoulder, and Coffin takes the opening to punch him in the chest and knock him backward. Rot lands on his hip, and Coffin sits up.
I point at him. “No more.”
“Fuck you, bitch. You don’t tell me what to do,” Coffin seethes, blood trickling out of the corner of his nose as he spits even more blood at my feet, coating my new slippers in his disdain.
Did he just do that…
I…
Oh. Hell. No.
Balling my hands down at my sides, I stomp over to Coffin, and he smiles up at me from the floor in cocky challenge. Not giving a damn who watches or what the consequence might be, I slap the smug look right off his face.
The sound echoes through the space. You could almost hear a pin drop as his head whips to the side from the force, and redness blooms even brighter across his cheek. Astring of saliva mixed with blood shoots from his mouth and lands on the floor.
“Fuck you, too, bitch. You stained my new slippers,” I snarl and rear back to slap him again, but he catches my wrist and hauls himself up from the floor and drags me from the room.
“What are you doing?” Digging my heels in, I try to tug myself free, but it’s futile. The bastard is too strong.
“Let her go, Coffin! If you hurt her. I’ll kill you!” Rot roars as a lump of nerves knots in my throat.
I’m in trouble.
He is going to hurt me.
He’s the worst of the brothers.
He kills women.
Knowing this might be my last moment alive, I stop stumbling after Coffin and force him to drag me. My knees hit the rough hardwood floor in the hallway as he pulls me toward the stairs to the basement. My wrist burns, and my arm feels like it might be jerked from its socket as my ass and hip crash against every step on the way down. The awful thumping of mass striking wood bounces off the walls as fresh bruises form alongside the floor burns. Tears fill my eyes, and I wince, but I keep the noises to myself, refusing to let the big, blond brute win.
Once we reach the bottom, Coffin stops and turns to me. Nostrils flaring, jaw set, he glares down at me like I’m nothing more than a squished bug on the bottom of his shoe. How dare I exist.
I glare a bigfuck youback up at him. My own nostrils flaring, my t-shirt pools around my waist, exposingmy bottom half. Goosebumps prickle my skin from the chill of the basement.
He kneels on the concrete floor and wraps a massive hand around my throat.
