Page 31 of Dragon Strife
Barrett looks into my eyes with fear as I point the gun and fire it between his eyes, then I quickly aim for Bear, who stands with his own piece, and shoot him in the head before he even has a chance to cock it.
The room erupts into chaos as more members come running inside and the ones already in here are screaming for their guns. Ajani comes running in, having left the medical unattended as he points his gun into the room, his eyes wide in shock at the carnage. I shoot at the ceiling, effectively shutting everyone up, and calmly say, “Sorry about that, but his dick was in places it didn’t belong not too long ago, and I don’t take kindly to being threatened.” No one moves as I aim the gun ahead, daring anyone to try me. Diego rushes forward to stand at my side, his body trembling with adrenaline. “Take your seats,” I demand. “This meeting isn’t over.”
“It was him.” Malik’s voice shakes with restrained violence and his face transforms into one of pure rage as he stares at his dead leader. “I had my sights on Bear.”
I shove Barrett’s body out of his bloodied seat and keep the gun cocked and ready. No one tests me as they look at each other in confusion. I demonstrated just how good of a shot I am, and I’m hoping they continue to think that.
Diego scrubs a hand down his face as a war of emotions flickers across it. Fear, pride, and admiration.
“Well, damn!” Malik claps as he comes around to sit in his chair to my right, his face now shining with mirth.
“Is there anyone else looking to get shot in the head?” I ask, baring my teeth until they all begin to take their seats again, the others who ran in standing against the back wall. Most look cautious, but there are a few who look like they’re ready to shoot.
“Please be someone else,” Malik moans. When no one makes a peep he groans and falls back in his chair. “Of course you guys would edge me with your obedience now.”
“The rules state with the death of the President, the Vice takes his place.” I turn to look at Malik. I keep my tone level and calm as I look him in the eye. “Can we discuss my proposition?”
He chuckles darkly as he leans forward, folding his arms on the table. “Slayer, that’s not how it works in this club. We’re a little unorthodox here at Hell’s March, aren’t we, boys?”
Diego finally comes up behind me and rests his hands on my shoulders. “The person who kills the President has first claim over the club,” Diego states as he rubs his fingers into my tense shoulders, relaxing the area immediately. He always knows just what I need. “So, you, Genevieve Varga, are technically our new President, should you want the position.”
“She fucking wants it,” Malik snarls. “And anyone thinking about coming up against her can eat a few bullets.”
“No,” I interject, lowering my gun to the table, but keeping my palm resting on the grip. “If you no longer want to be a part of this club under my rule, I won’t object to you leaving peacefully. There will be no reign of terror any longer. Things will be voted on, and you all will be treated with respect.”
The room stays silent as I pray most stay, and when I think I’m about to lose them all, it’s Davis who speaks up. “I like the sound of that.”
The murmurs grow as the brothers all discuss it, but to my fucking surprise, they all begin to nod. Some faces are grim, but not discouraged. When I look around the room, I see a group of men looking for a change from what they’ve endured, and I want to give them that. If my father thought I was capable, it’s time I believe it too. Not one member leaves the room which only proves to me that misogyny is curable, even in the worst of cases.
“Well, Davis,” I address the man who’s helped turn the tide. “Looks like I’ll be needing a new Sergeant at Arms, think you’re up to it?”
“Yeah, I think I could manage.” He grins.
“Are we good with that?” I look around the room to find surprised faces nodding their assent. “Cool.” I grin as I ease into the chair. “This thing is comfortable.” Everyone starts to chuckle as Diego’s phone pings behind my head.
“Barrett was losing his mind, and I’m sorry for what he did to you while you were here,” Cory steps forward to say. “I knew you were brought here, I just didn’t know where he had you stashed. I’m sorry for not trying harder.”
“I appreciate that.” I nod as Diego curses colorfully behind me.
“What?” Malik asks as I turn to look up into Diego’s pale face.
“Your brother has Delia,” he says to Malik, making my vision blur with pure terror.
“He’s fucking dead!” Ajani growls, the sound deadly even as he stomps out of the room.
I fall into the chair with a loud groan, my balls still throbbing with a sharp ache as Chino curses beside me. He presses a rag to his split lip and gives me a surprised look. When we decided to grab Diego Montez’s sister, we had no idea the pint-sized woman fought like she was the size of a grizzly bear.
“My brother will snipe your head clean off your shoulders if you step outside of this building,” she fucking growls, like a bear. “I seriously thought you were Malik, but I can see in your eyes that you’re the pussy version. His twin?”
“Yeah? Well, I’d say good! It saves me from having to do it myself,” Chino retorts as I roll my eyes to the ceiling. This has been the hardest thing I’ve done since joining this goddamned club, and I have to give props to Diego. His sister is trained.
“Why am I here?” she demands. “Get me out of these ropes and let’s fight woman-to-woman,” she continues to taunt Chino.
Getting Delia to the now-empty warehouse and tying her up in the chair were two of the most difficult tasks I’ve ever taken on. Thankfully I had Chino there because I know she would’ve kicked my ass and laughed at my attempts if I were alone.
I can’t help it, a loud laugh escapes me, jostling me in the chair across from her and setting my balls aflame again. Her knee is fucking hard. “We’re not going to hurt you,” I reassure her. “We’re doing this to get one of our own out of danger.”
“Are you talking about V?” Her eyes widen and I shake my head, not knowing who the fuck V is. “If you are, she was in more danger here. You guys literally handed her over to be abused. My brother saved her.”
