The coven of bikers didn’t see me coming until I was on top of them. I slipped between them, hoisting myself to perch on the pool table, disrupting the game they were in the middle of, swinging my legs like a woman in a skirt, because perhaps that was what they believed me to be—something they could play with.
Cam’s fuck toy.
I leaned back and gathered a ball from the table, tossing it between my hands. “I am the faggot whore, yes? Tell me, what do you do with whores?”
Four men. Two reactions, split down the middle. The men closest to me—one good fighter, the other a bitch—sensed the danger, glancing behind them.
Eric and Wheeler smirked, Wheeler leaning in, swaying a little. “We fuck them. Just like you’re already taking it from the pres.”
“You do not fight them?”
“We don’t fight club snatch. No need when they bend over any time we want.”
Club snatch. It was a phrase I’d heard before. Cam had said it to Rubi when he’d asked him to watch Orla while Nash was occupied with something else.
I tossed the ball again, already sure of my path but enjoying the game. “What if one will not bend for you? What then?”
Eric rolled his eyes. “This is a pointless conversation. Pres hasn’t claimed you, but none of us want our dick sucked by a dirty Russian, so we ain’t got nothing for you here. Fuck off, yeah?”
“No.”
Eric brought his gaze back from its ocular detour. He focused on me as Wheeler scoffed, inching ever closer, like a rat drawn to a poisoned trap. “No?”
“That is what I said. You do not understand?”
Eric frowned and Wheeler made his final mistake.
He reached for me. I sprang from the table, snapped his wrist, and knocked him out cold with one blow. Before Eric could react, I took out the brother whose name I did not know, crumpling him to the sticky floor.
It was too easy. Silence fell in the crowded bar.
I stepped to Eric and pointed first at him, then at his last friend standing. “I will fight you both in the ring. Together. One man is not enough for me. This you will learn.”
7
Saint
I made my way back inside in time to see Alexei returning to where I’d left him at the bar and winking at Decoy.
Decoy was a stoic bloke, but even he couldn’t hide the fact that something wicked had gone down in my absence.
I saw the bodies next. At least, they looked like bodies. It was only as I got closer that I saw Wheeler and Davies were still breathing.
Shame.
I stepped over them, Mateo and Rubi at my back, while Nash inspected the mess, and caught Decoy’s eye.
He shrugged and inclined his head toward Alexei, as if I needed telling this carnage was down to him.And it isn’t over.I knew that cos Eric and Leon were still standing, posturing to Nash while they hid their sweaty, shaking hands in their pockets.
I reached Alexei. “What did you do?”
A weird semblance of a smile twisted his pretty lips. “Me?”
“You’re the only assassin in here.”
“No one is dead, so I am incompetent if that was my intention. Do you believe me incompetent, Saint?”
Damn. I wasn’t ready for him saying my name like he so often did Cam’s. A murmur of a prayer but edged in the promise of blood.