Page 45 of Knot Shattered
Violet was already up and crouched beside the couch, pulling something from beneath it. She emerged holding a heavy metal baseball bat, the polished silver engraved with delicate swirling flowers, so bizarrely Violet that under any other circumstances, I would have laughed.
“Vi—why do you even have a bat under Fallon’s couch?” I asked, incredulous.
“For exactly these occasions,” Violet replied casually, lifting it threateningly. “Which, unfortunately, seems to happen weekly now.”
The alpha who’d haunted my nightmares stepped forward slowly, smug and confident. “Ladies, I suggest you cooperate. I’m not here to play games.”
Fallon didn’t hesitate. With a frustrated roar, she flung herself directly at him. Her tiny body collided into his chest, knocking him off balance. “I am so fucking done with this!” she screamed, clawing viciously at his face.
Chaos exploded around us. The other men surged forward, scrambling to subdue us, but Violet swung her bat wildly, metal cracking against bones with brutal precision. The sickening crunch filled the air.
“Yeah, you like that, asshole?” she shouted, sounding terrifyingly pleased as another attacker staggered back, clutching his shattered elbow. “I’ve got more where that came from!”
Adrenaline finally shattered my paralysis, and I grabbed the nearest object, a heavy ceramic vase, and flung it with all the strength I possessed. It shattered spectacularly against one man’s head, knocking him sideways into the coffee table.
“Fuck, nice aim!” Fallon crowed, ducking beneath another attacker’s swinging fist. “Remind me never to piss you off!”
Another attacker lunged, grabbing my arm roughly, his grip bruising. Pure instinct took over. Panic transformed into rage, and suddenly I was fighting with a viciousness I didn’t know I possessed, scratching, kicking anything within reach. I don’t care what anyone says yanking someones hair hurts like a fucking bitch.
“Get your fucking hands OFF ME!” I snarled, elbowing him sharply in the throat. He wheezed, stumbling back, momentarily stunned.
“Hell yes, O!” Fallon yelled proudly, still grappling with the enormous alpha. “Channel that fury! Show them why you never mess with our girl gang!”
“Seriously, what is the obsession with kidnapping omegas?!” Violet growled, swinging her bat again with brutal force, the weapon connecting directly with another attacker’s skull. The sickening crack echoed sharply, and he crumpled instantly to the floor, body limp and unmoving.
The entire room froze momentarily, all eyes locked onto Violet, whose bat now dripped blood ominously onto Fallon’s expensive rug.
“Holy shit, Vi!” Fallon shouted, eyes wide with shock. “Did you just kill him?”
Violet stared at the fallen man, blinked slowly, then shrugged with frightening casualness. “Oops.”
Fallon cackles like a maniac, and I can’t help but cheer loudly.
The distraction was enough for the man I’d struck to recover and rush me again. His fist flew forward, a blur of movement I couldn’t avoid. Pain exploded through my jaw, sharp and overwhelming, my vision tunneling down to a pinpoint before darkness swallowed me whole.
The last things I heard before unconsciousness claimed me were Fallon screaming furiously, Violet’s bat connecting with another heavy thud, and the chaotic sounds of a fight that we should never have had to face.
But even in that terrible, terrifying moment, one thing burned fiercely within me:
When I woke up, every last one of these bastards would pay.
Ravik
October 20th
8:24 P.M
The night air was hot, dry enough to make you wheeze, but I welcomed the discomfort. It kept me alert, focused, and my senses honed to a razor’s edge. I shifted silently in the cramped interior of our SUV, my gaze never wavering from the elegant, high-rise hotel across the street. Micha sat calmly beside me, his posture relaxed, but his eyes just as sharp as my own. Salem monitored the equipment from the backseat, eyes fixed to the screens in front of him. Haze fidgeted beside him, flipping his knife quietly between his fingers, restless as ever, but somehow managing to maintain the silence.
We’d been parked for hours, hidden by the shadows between flickering streetlights. Waiting. Watching. Patience was something I’d cultivated carefully over the years, but tonight every passing second felt like an eternity.
“Movement in the lobby,” Salem murmured, his voice low and calm. “Our target is on the move. Looks like he’s meeting someone.”
My eyes snapped instantly to the entrance of the hotel. Our target, a prominent senator known to rub shoulders with Chicago’s elite, emerged confidently from the building, flanked by two of his guards. His tailored suit gleamed beneath the harsh lights, a perfectly calculated façade that hid the monster beneath. Micha leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing as he watched.
“Who’s our new friend?” Micha murmured, watching as another figure approached. The newcomer was tall and heavyset, with the casual confidence of someone accustomed to being in power.
Salem cursed quietly behind us. “Recognize him? That’s one of Kingston’s targets from the auction ring. It looks like our intel was right; they’re connected to the omega fights.”
