I spoke up before they got too far away, making Demon stop in his place. “And you have nothing to do with Dom going forward. Do I make myself clear?”
Demon turned back and made eye contact with me, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed, but nods ever so slightly.
Demon said, “We’re out, brothers!”
All the MC members start to retreat, as I continue to hold my gun on Nico. He has his trained towards Dom still, but with Dom’s men in the way and his bulletproof vest, he won’t be able to take him down. He might be able to get a shot off, but he won’t be able to kill him.
Still training my gun on Nico, I said to his men, “Back off now and you may live. You have a choice. Disband or figure out joining one of the clans. But Nico is done.”
As I said the last part, Nico’s face contorted as he pulled the trigger, gun still aimed towards Dom, and I pulled my trigger on him. I shot him in the right shoulder, making his arm rock just enough to throw his aim off. Without waiting, I charged Nico, hit him once with my gun on the side of the head, making his head whip to the side, blood trickling down. I dropped my gunto the ground because I wanted this bitch with my bare fucking hands. I managed to rip the gun from his hand, and threw it. Just as I was about to punch Nico, I heard Dom yell out, “Back off. Nico belongs to Maximo.”
I punched him on the cheek, as he grunted. He swung around quick and hard, nailing me in the ribs. I knew he was a good fighter. He would have to be to get to where he was. He had his life on the line, a life taken from him, fighting with all he had left. I had rage, revenge, and the need to avenge my wife pushing me through. It was going to be a brutal fight to the end. And I would make sure I finished it.
We kept at it, one hit to his jaw, hit to my side, hit to his shoulder that was shot, making him wince and stumble back, but he came back at me. Punch, punch, punch, punch. His stomach, my rib again, his jaw, my jaw, his shoulder again.
We were both bloody and breathing hard after quite a bit of time, but I needed to end this fucker. I got closer, letting him grab me and pull me in, thinking he had me when I went for the shot and kneed the fucker in the balls. This was life or death. There were no fucking rules, nothing about fighting fair. None of that shit.
Nico went down to his knees, grunting. Just as his knees hit the ground, I moved fast, stumbling a bit from the pain from my injuries, reached behind me and unsheathed Aria’s knife that was hooked into the back of my belt loop.
I moved as quickly as I could, “This is for my wife, you worthless piece of shit!”
Breathing raggedly from the fight, I grabbed Nico by his hair, yanked it back, to make him look at me. The bitch had the balls to look angry, but I used my right hand and quickly moved the knife across his throat.
Even as he bled out in front of me, he continued to stare me down, until the life had completely drained from his eyes. Then I unceremoniously dropped him to the ground.
I was still breathing hard trying to catch my breath when I heard Dom’s voice somewhere to the side.
“You okay, Maximo?”
Still panting hard, “I’m fucking fantastic.” Then I looked up, breathing heavily, and looked at Dom who looked concerned for a moment. I smirked at him. “The bitch is dead.”
He smirked back at me. “Yes he is.”
I frowned slightly. “You hit?”
He smiled bigger.“Nope.Bulletproof vests baby!”
I chuckled through my heavy breathing. I was starting to catch my breath finally.
I smiled wickedly at him.
“Time to head home and share with my wife.” I had the knife in my hand, dripping blood.
He laughed. “You do that.”
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About an hour later I arrived home, blood still on my clothes from my fight with Nico. When I walked into the mansion, Aria came charging from her side of the house. She looked me up and down, frowning, but then she saw it. Her knife. In my hand. Blood still on the blade.
I held it out to her. “A gift for you,Donna.”
Her eyes came back up to meet mine, a gleam in her eyes. She walked up quickly to me and pulled me in for a deep, passionate kiss. Then she giggled, looking towards the knife.
“Awe! What a sweet husband, to bring me back a souvenir from his adventures.”
I tried to step back from her. “I’m all bloody. Let me get cleaned up.”
Another gleam came to her eyes.