Page 53 of Claimed By Werewolf
Tremor swung again.His fist split my lip, but I hit back once… twice… until his knife hand slipped.
The blade clattered across the floor and came to a spinning stop by Demi’s boot.
We both saw it.
Tremor’s smile was blood and hate.“First one to the knife wins, brother.”
He lunged for the knife, and before I could move, a gunshot split the air.
Tremor jerked mid-stride with a look of shock flickering across his face before his knees gave out.
He hit the ground hard, and blood seeped under him.His hand twitched once before it went still.
Smoke curled from the barrel in Prez’s grip.
No one spoke.Even the clock on the wall seemed to stop ticking.
Prez stepped forward, gaze flat and cold.“I warned you,” he said to the corpse.Then he looked at me.“We were all sick of the shit this fucker was doing.”
I stared at the gun in Prez’s hand.He ended it.
He holstered it slowly.“I am not fucking around anymore.”He looked at Mac.“Get a couple of prospects in here to clean this up.”
Mac nodded, “I’m fucking on it.”
“You two can get out of here and lay low for a bit,” Prez told me.
I shook my head.“I’m done,” I said.I unfastened my cut, folded it once, and set it on the table.My hands shook.Not from fear, but from the hollow left behind.
Prez studied me.“You walk out that door without your cut, you don’t walk back in.”
“I know.”Hell, I fucking knew it.This club had been my life for years, and I was ready to walk away from it.Even with Tremor dead, I wanted out.
“You sure that’s what you want?”
I looked at Demi.She was alive and scared, but she was mine.“It’s what I need.”
Prez gave one curt nod.“Then get the fuck out.Amnesia better hit you once you get on your bike.”
I moved to Demi, and she clung to my arm.
“Thanks for everything, Prez,” I said.Sure, the end with the club had been shit, but there had been a lot of good years.Years I wouldn’t trade because without them I never would have found Demi.
Prez grunted.“Yeah, yeah,” he grunted.“Hopefully someday down the road I’ll see ya, Wolf.You are one of the good ones.”
I nodded, thankful for the fact I was able to leave without being tossed off a cliff.
I pulled Demi down the hallway, through the bar, and out the front door.
Once outside, the music still pounded from the bar, and the crowd still laughed and partied around the fire.No one out here knew yet that the world had shifted.
Demi squeezed my hand.“It’s over?”
“Yeah.”
We walked past the rows of bikes, and for the first time in years, I felt light enough to breathe.
Demi squeezed my hand.“Where do we go?”
