Page 86 of Axe
Shit.
I was out, but I didn’t have time to change my clip. I ran at him and with all my strength, proceeded to bash his head in against the cheap, particleboard dresser. I wasn’t sure what was breaking down more, the guys head or the piece of shit furniture.
Blood splattered everywhere and I made sure to keep my mouth closed. The walls looked like some kind of shit art that rich people would pay millions for to hang in their house.
“I think he’s done for,” Brand’s voice cut through my daze.
I released the guy’s hair and let his body drop to the ground.
“Tank?” I asked Brand.
“He’s good. Crow and I just caught up, they’re taking down the last two out there.”
Brand’s body swayed and that was when I noticed he was holding his side and his breathing seemed a bit shallow. He sagged against the wall beside him. Blood and sweat seeped off of him and onto the barely painted Sheetrock.
“Fucking hell, brother?” I said as I rushed to help him lower down to floor level.
“I’m good. You need to go. Save Allison and take that piece of shit out,” he said with choppy breaths.
“Don’t do this to me, man,” I said. “I shouldn’t have let you come.”
“I’m not going out like this, brother. I just need to sit and rest for a minute,” he huffed out and somehow managed to toss me a wide smile. “Now, move your ass.”
I shut my mouth, because what else could I have said to that. Then I was on the move, shutting the door behind me and hoping like hell I’d come back to him still breathing.
And that was when I saw him.
Savage was leaving out of a door in the back corner. I could only assume that was the room off the back and on top of it, I could only hope that was where Allison was.
I ran like hell, the distance seemed to only grow the harder my feet pounded the cold, hard concrete floor. Men in The Devil’s Kings cuts came at me and before I had a chance to take them out myself, they went down. I didn’t stop to look around at how it’d happened.
Savage entered a room just outside of the back door. Just as quickly as he entered, he was walking back out. He looked up, his dark eyes locked with mine and for the first fucking time, I saw fear there.
With a sinister smirk, he lifted his gun and fired in my direction. He was fucking shit shot and I was seriously starting to wonder how the hell we’d been so scared of the fucker for so long. But then again, he considered himself the king and kings didn’t do shit themselves. They sent lackeys out to do their dirty work for them.
His feet moved, taking him closer to the door. I was at least a hundred feet away. I kept going. My heart pounded in my chest.
His fingers moved over a keypad next to the door. Once he was in that room, I knew it would take too long to get in there to go after him. That was time that I didn’t have. That meant that he could do things that I couldn’t stop. So, letting him hide himself away behind that door was not a fucking option. I heard the beep as his hand turned the handle.
With one last sick look back at me, he slipped into the opened space and the door started to close behind him.
I wasn’t going to make it. My window of opportunity grew smaller and smaller each step I took.
“Bocca!” I roared over the noise. I needed him to get that door open.
Something whipped by my head, clipping my ear as it flew past. Then the small, sturdy throwing knife embedded itself in the frame so hard it split the wood and effectively kept the door from closing all the way.
“You’re a Goddamn angel, you know that, Killer?” I yelled out as I ripped the door open. Fuck I could almost kiss her, and if I knew Tank wouldn’t beat my ass, I just might have when this was all over.
Inside the door, my attention was split. Allison was along the left wall. Her body was beaten and only God knew what else. Her arms were chained above her head. But what really got me, was the man bending over her. His back was to me but I knew who the fuck it was. Then there was Savage on the other side of the room. He was moving things around and I half-wondered if he had some sort of secret way to get out because that was the kind of coward he was. He wouldn’t have locked himself in this room—knowing I was coming for him, if there wasn’t some sort of escape route.
“Get the fuck off her!” I yelled and the man over Allison stood tall. “Fuckin’ Vice,” I spat out.
My fist met his face and as he staggered back away from Allison, I hoped it was enough to buy me the time I needed to grab Savage. I had no doubt that any second now, one or more of my brothers were going to walk through the door.
“I got him,” Bocca’s voice called out as I went to make my move towards Savage. Bocca was a step ahead of me and seconds later, he had taken Savage to the ground with a hard tackle. Then he proceeded to pound the fuck out of him.
Knight and Screws from the Gray Fort chapter rushed in right after Bocca. Knight looked a little worse for the wear but at least he was still standing. His blonde hair was streaked with red and I could tell that his face would be sporting some decent sized bruises for the next week.
