Page 68 of Deranged (American Street Kings 3)

“Get away from her, motherfucker!” I wanted to tear his goddamn skin off for thinking he had the right to stand so close to her.

“Onyx, stop.” She took a step my way, but Slither grabbed her arm. And that was when the beast in me took full control, grabbing the motherfucking wheel and riding straight into the flames of hell.

“Take your goddamn hands off her, Slither. I don’t need another reason to fucking kill you.” As I moved forward, already seeing his face painted with his own damn blood while my bullet cracked through his skull, Crow stepped in front of me, blocking my view, making it impossible for me to get a shot.

“Put away the gun, Onyx,” he said softly.

I glared at him. “This ain’t your fight, Crow. Step out of my way.”

“This might not be my fight, but this is my goddamn club, and you are not soiling my street with this filthy fucker’s blood. You feel me?”

Manic finally caught up to me. “Onyx.” He leaned closer but didn’t say anything further. He knew better than to tell me what to fucking do in front of all these people.

“Get out of my way, Crow,” I snarled, a monster determined to dare the devil.

Crow merely took a step closer. “Think about this, VP.”

“President,” I shot back. “I’m the president now.”

His eyes widened. “What? Something happen to Granite?”

“No.” I looked over his shoulder at Slither, hiding like a coward behind the sea of Sixes. “My brother stepped down.”

A look of enlightenment crossed Crow’s face. “Because of the deal he made with Slither.”

“Yeah.”

Crow turned and glanced half-way at Slither and Wraith before turning back to me. “So, the deal is no longer valid.”

“Nope.”

“What the fuck you talking about?” Slither stepped up, guiding Wraith behind him. It was like my vision zeroed in on that one spot on her elbow where he touched her, and it turned everything around me to different shades of red.

“Take your hands off her, Slither. This is your last motherfucking warning.”

Crow glanced from me to Slither, and back to me, and it was clear as fucking daylight the man was amused as fuck. “Hold on. So, you’re the president of the Kings now?”

I nodded. “That’s right. Fucker over there didn’t think we’d find a way around our little deal. Well, I’d say we pretty much fucked him in the ass.”

Crow smirked. “I did not see that one coming.”

“Yeah,” I glowered at Slither, “neither did he.”

Slither’s face fell, and I didn’t think I had ever seen him without a smug grin. Like me, he knew he was fucked. The deal between him and Granite was no longer valid, which meant the Sixes’ business was fair game. But right now, none of that shit mattered. The only thing that mattered was getting Wraith out of here before he ended up hurting her as well.

“Wraith, come on.” I gestured toward me, but she didn’t move. “Wraith, get the fuck away from him.”

But she didn’t move. She only stood there, staring at me like her life was about to end.

“Oh, this is good,” Slither commented from the side. “This is really, really good.” The smug grin that had disappeared for a second was back, and he reached out, placing his hand around her waist, pulling her in next to him.

I snarled, baring fucking teeth like an animal. I tried to launch forward when Crow stepped in front of me, holding me back. “Not the time, man.”

“Let go of her, Slither,” I ordered over Crow’s shoulder, his hands still firmly pressed against my chest. There was no way in hell I’d let this monster hurt anyone else I cared about.

Slither tightened his grip around her waist, and she gasped, her face pale, eyes frozen. “Where’s my manners?” Slither started. “I should introduce you two.”

“Slither, don’t.” Wraith turned away from me so to face him. “Don’t do this.”

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