My Maddie (Hades Hangmen #8) - Tillie Cole Page 0,49

fucking long. Fought them for Maddie, for Ash… there had been no point. They both got hurt in the end. I was weak. I couldn’t fight them this time. I was going to kill. I was going to rip apart the bastards who had done this to Maddie.

Smiler threw some keys at me. “Take the club’s truck that’s parked in the hospital lot. Get your fucking bike from home, and get gone, before I tell the Prez.” I looked to Maddie through the window. “I’ll stay here with her. I’ll protect her,” Smiler promised. “I’ll call Bella and Rider to come over. Tell ‘em you had to go somewhere for the club. Rider knows shit about club business. Might not question it. Even if he does, you’ll be long gone. Bella will watch Maddie, get her home. You get the fuck gone.” My blood pumped fast. I felt on fucking fire with the need for revenge.

I pushed through the hospital room’s door and went into see Maddie. I fucking stood and watched her. She was sleeping. Even in sleep, her hands were over her stomach, protecting the baby. I felt a fucking lump grow in my throat. I didn’t want to leave her. But the cunts that set the fire had been found by Smiler, and I had to kill them. They needed to die so they wouldn’t hurt her again.

I walked closer. Her free hand was on the bed. I put my hand close to her’s. “No,” I snarled, pulling my arm back. Maddie stirred. I froze. Turning her head, she went back to sleep. The flames told me to touch her hand. I pulled out my knife and sliced along my arm. The cut was deep. Blood dripped onto the floor. I hissed, eyes closing as the flames crawled down my arm. But they were back within a second. They were fucking choking me, wrapping around my neck and lungs and heart. They squeezed and squeezed, until all I saw was fucking darkness—pure hate and revenge.

I pushed through the door, moved down the hallway, holding the directions in my hand. “Flame!” I whipped my head in Smiler’s direction. My breathing was hard and fast and laced with fucking death. Smiler smirked. “Kill them slowly. Make the fuckers pay. Make it messy. Make them fucking scream.”

I turned, ran down the stairs and outside toward the truck. Blood dripped from my arm the whole way. But the fire inside my veins still burned. It fucking burned so hot I felt only heat on my skin. I jumped into the truck and headed for the compound. I burned rubber all the way there. I took the back roads to the cabin, parking out of sight in the woods. I ran through the trees to the cabin and kicked open my cabin’s door to get inside. I grabbed a gun and knife. I didn’t need anything else.

Jumping on my bike, I pulled out of the compound and onto the back roads. No fucker had seen me. And even if they had, I didn’t care. I was going to kill the cunts who hurt Maddie. I was going to kill them all. No one could stop me.

Wind smashed against my face as I burned rubber on the road. The whole time I thought of Maddie. I thought of the baby. I thought of my mama. I thought of Isaiah. I’d killed them. My touch killed them. I couldn’t touch them again. But I would kill these cunts. I would release the flames of hell in their hearts and snap their spines. My cock got hard at the thought and I needed to cut my arm. I needed to fucking come. And I needed to stab my skin. But I couldn’t stop. I had to get there before Styx and my brothers. These assholes were mine to kill.

I roared into the night. I couldn’t fucking stand the heat in my bones. I screamed as I pulled harder on the gas. My heart pounded in my chest like a drum. Then I heard the sound of someone behind me. I turned my head, seeing a bike catching me up.

“They’re mine!” I warned, accelerating. But the bike behind went faster too. I pulled out my knife, ready to kill, if someone attempted to stop me.

“Flame!” I heard a voice calling my name, the sound travelling on the wind. But my pulse was too fast, the blood in my ears was too fucking loud to find