Page 44 of War's Witch
“End this, War.” Gets called from behind me.
“You should have kept your fucking nose out of our business. You pussy ass bikers think you rule the fucking world. Well, we’re here to show you that you don’t. We are everywhere,” he taunts, before I dive for him again.
He does not anticipate me getting the upper hand this time. I straddle his narrow hips, my fists taking over my body as I throw punch after punch. His face gets more and more distorted with each hit.
“Stop, War, we need him to talk.”
He gurgles. “Kill me. I will not talk.”
Rogue appears over my shoulder but I do not look at him.
“You have no secrets to spill, my friend. You see, we are the Rugged Skulls MC, and we fucking rule Arizona, but what we also do is allow other clubs to come and help one of their own.”
Fear fills the one eye that is partly open.
“Your buddies are fucking cooked, man. The Three Kings MC, this man’s”—his hand lands on my shoulder— “club. They took care of this little pest problem we found in the motel, Paradise Pink.”
“End him, War. Your woman needs a hospital.” I hear Racer say.
Without blinking, I grip the fucker’s big head, applying pressure and twisting, snapping his neck. The sound echoes around the room. With a satisfied grunt, I drop the cunt on the floor, sitting back on my heels to catch my breath.
“Found the prospect, Pres,” Crash says, coming into the room.
He is their newest member and got his name when he crashed a truck into a house saving Target’s woman.
“Where?”
“Dead around the side of the house. Neck snapped.” I climb to my feet, turning to see Cleo now conscious, leaning against a wall.
“Fucking poetic if you ask me.” Savage laughs.
My focus is on my woman as she looks at me, her face battered, blood coating some of her face. Her eyes are on me and I feel like a lifetime passes before she holds her hand out to me, inviting me to her.
I rush forward, my fear of her being scared of me vanishing when she gives me a weak smile.
“We need to get you to a hospital, baby.” She shakes her head at me, making me frown.
“I am battered but not broken. I need rest, Mason, and I need you. That bastard got what he deserved, for hurting me, and for killing an innocent prospect.” Tears fill her eyes and it guts me.
“I will have Forge take a look at her back at the club; he has some Army medical training,” Racer explains.
With a nod, I lean in, kissing her head.
“I am going to pick you up and carry you. It may hurt, baby. I’m sorry.” With a nod from her, I slowly, gently collect her in my arms.
Her teeth grit together, stopping her from crying out.
“You are a tough, bitch, Cleo baby.”
She flips Savage off, making him laugh.
“Truck is outside,” Crash says as I walk past him.
Giving him a chin lift, I leave with my girl, getting her to the help that she needs. I fucking hate that I did not get to her quick enough, and that is something that will always be with me.
I could have lost her like I lost Lilian, and I would have died all over again, but this time I would have stayed dead.
Cleo is my fucking heart; I will breathe and live for her.
