Page 51 of Dragon Strife
“Brothers,” I call out, “put down your guns. We all know how much she’s been through.” Slowly, they lower their guns, but they don’t take their eyes off the woman who’s wreaking havoc in our club. They’re tense and already on edge with how much has happened to our family recently. Their distrust is palpable.
“Move, Laith,” she grounds out just as Chino’s phone starts ringing.
“Little Varga,” I say over my shoulder. “I think you need to just take a breather. Can you do that for me so we can all calm down?”
“I hate him,” she growls.
“I know.” I look at Chino, who is now staring at his phone. “Pick it up.”
“Hello?” Chino clears his throat, his eyes floating back to the bullet hole. “Shit. Okay, I’m coming out.” He hangs up and looks at me, his eyes wide with shock. “Should I let them in?”
“Yeah, unless we want a bloodbath like they promised.” I give him a nod as he rushes outside, his face coated in desolation. I feel for him and his despair, but he has a lot of making up to do before I speak on his behalf.
“Let who in?” V asks as bike engines fill the space around us.
The brothers begin to get antsy at the sound just as Kennedy groans from the floor. “Brothers, trust me when I say stand down. We don’t want a confrontation.”
None of them put their guns away and I can’t say that I blame them. No other MC should be inside these walls, but Jaeger has yet again caused us a situation we can’t easily work our way out of.
“Get off me, Laith.” V shoves my back and steps out from behind me, moving back to look at Kennedy as he struggles to get up. “I hope I damaged something permanently,” she bites out, the gun still loose in her hand.
“Wouldn’t be too bad if you adjusted his attitude,” I agree with her.
She moves back to the stool and drops the gun back to the counter as she grabs the bottle of whiskey; her pink fingernails chipped and broken. I wince as her scent lingers under my nose, and the stains on her pants are telling of what I’m smelling. I don’t know what her brother did to her in that basement, but I will find out, and if she needs my help with returning the favor, I will. President or not.
Her head tips back on a swallow as her matted hair hits past her ass, the once long and luxurious locks now dull and filthy. I need to pray that when my brother steps into this room, he doesn’t kill us all on the spot based on her appearance alone.
I don’t have to wait long before the door is thrown open and his booming voice fills the room. “Slayer!” I can hear Chino behind him, yelling something, but all of it is ignored as V slips off the stool, a wide grin taking over her face. Kennedy picks the wrong time to finally sit up as Malik strides by him, giving him a swift kick in the chest as he passes. Kennedy hits the floor again with a yelp of pain as Malik grips V’s face between his hands. “Why do you smell like a barnyard animal, baby?” he asks, making a smile fight its way to my lips regardless of my hatred for him. “One that hasn’t been barn-trained yet.”
“Genevieve!” Diego pushes by Chino, who’s standing at the front entrance, to storm inside, his eyes scanning the place for threats. Strapped to the medic’s back is a large rifle, the sight reminding me that these are our enemies. He hauls her into his arms, and despite the stench, he kisses her deeply. “Let’s get you home and cleaned up. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” She nods as she kisses him softly again, then rests her head on Malik’s chest. “I’m not going anywhere, though. This is my club and I have a prisoner in my Slaughter Room waiting to be interrogated.”
Kennedy is once again struggling to his feet when he says, “This is not your club and therealPresident is not your prisoner.”
He staggers to his feet as Malik pulls out his gun, his pink and chipped nails matching V’s. Malik’s shot has me running for V just as Diego tightens his hold around her midsection to haul her behind the bar. Chip ducks as the brothers begin shooting around us.
“Stop!” I scream as Quinton runs to tackle a brother, causing his shot to go wide and missing Malik. The shooting dies down and I look to find Malik still standing in the same spot. Not one bullet found him. Kennedy is moaning and writhing on the floor, gripping his wounded shoulder. “Was that fucking necessary?” I snap from my place behind him, my back to the bar.
“He needs to be taught a lesson about not disrespecting his President.”
When the shooting ceases, I turn to find Genevieve crouched down behind the bar between Chip and myself, still chugging on the bottle of whiskey. She smells like she’s been dragged through the hottest depths of Hell and I reach out to run my finger down her cheek, finding sprinkles of dried blood along her olive skin.
“If anyone shot Malik, I’m burning this place down again,” she vows as she pushes to stand.
“Wait!” I hiss as I grab onto her arm, but she shrugs me off as she soon switches out the whiskey bottle for a gun.
“I’m fine.” She shakes her head and stands, aiming the gun at the center of the room. I’m quick to rise and stand beside her as Chip does the same, both of our weapons drawn. We find Malik still standing in the same spot with his gun now lowered to his side.
Chino is the first to pipe up as he gets to his feet and walks into the center of the room. “The next person to shoot a gun gets shot in the face!” He sounds stern and ready to shoot anyone, brother or March, and his face is dark with anger.
Genvieve quickly raises her gun and shoots off a round at his feet, making him jump back with a yell.
“I fucking dare you,” she says, her words filled with guile. “And don’t think you can make any sort of demands. I’m your President.”
I have to admit, even in her state right now with the scent wafting off her body, she’s the hottest she’s ever been. The authority in her tone, the confidence in her stance, and just her pure and potent rage emanating from every pore on her body is making me painfully hard. Even in this situation. I discreetly put away my gun and move my throbbing cock to a more comfortable position as Chino’s voice helps with the deflation.
“That’s not how it works, Genni.” Chino shakes his head and holds out his hands to placate her. “You have to know that’s not how it works. I’m the Vice of this club and in the absence of our President, I am acting President. If you want to dispute that, you need to take it up with Jaeger.” A few Dragons are looking antsy as they slowly lower their weapons while Kennedy writhes on the ground, but no one moves to help their fallen brother.
