Kace (Shattered Souls MC #3) - Heather Dahlgren Page 0,18

to say?” A young kid growls, stepping closer.

“Step back baby boy,” Riley hisses.

“Baby boy?” he laughs with no humor. “I’ll skull fuck your daughter, grandpa.”

Fuck. Before I can even turn around to stop Riley, he pulls the trigger and shoots the kid in the foot. “Learn some respect asshole,” he says, laughing.

Damon takes a shot at Riley, but he misses, and I charge him. The gun slips from his hand, but I don’t get him down. I reach up and punch him across the jaw, just as his fist meets with mine. My focus is solely on Damon, but I hear the punches and grunts behind me, hoping it’s us who are dominating. My adrenaline is coursing through me and I manage to get Damon on the ground. I could easily shoot him, but I’m trying to avoid a war. We are rolling around on the floor, punch after punch being thrown. I use my Glock and crack him across his cheek, causing him to groan in pain. I know I need to get my gun out of reach but I’m fearful to toss it and one of the Raging Devils pick it up, so instead I drop the clip out, pushing that out of the way. Damon growls as he wraps his massive hand around my throat, locking his dark, angry eyes with mine.

“Call your guys off,” he growls.

I refuse to let him know he’s actually cutting off my airway, so I grin and lift my knee, slamming into his balls. He groans in pain as I quickly grab my clip and pushing it back in the gun. I stomp on his chest and cock my gun, pointing it at his head.

“Call your guys off or they’ll be cleaning up your fucking brains,” I hiss. He tries to kick my legs out from under me and I instinctively pull the trigger, but I’m careful to make sure I hit the floor next to his head. “I’m not fucking playing.”

“You’re dead,” he growls, and I apply more pressure on his chest. “Enough! Everyone back the fuck up.”

I keep the gun pointed at him and turn around to see if my guys are whole. “Riley?”

“We’re all good,” he calls back.

I look back down at Damon and his face is red with anger, but he’s smart not to move. Kill or be killed and I’ll definitely be the one killing. All of this is a bad fucking sign. Their hatred toward us is much worse than I thought. Which makes us all a target. I hope Brooks is making a sweet deal because this won’t end good.

“What the fuck is going on?” Brooks yells, coming out from the back. Zane rushes to me as Enzo rushes to the others.

“A game of getting to know each other,” Riley says.

“What the fuck?” Zane whispers, as he takes in the situation.

“Not good,” I whisper back.

“You’re all fucking dead,” Damon hisses looking between me and Zane.

The threat is not something I’m taking lightly. I embarrassed him, which is worse than killing him. His massive size should’ve taken me down easily, yet I got the upper hand, and his guys see him on the floor at my mercy.

“Let’s fucking go,” Z, says grabbing my arm.

I keep the gun pointed at Damon as I back away toward the door. I don’t turn around until I’m outside and relief floods me. We rush to our bikes and get the hell out of there. On the way back to Souls, I start to relax, which makes me start to feel my injuries. Fuck, he got some good punches in and I’m feeling them all. I didn’t even notice the blood dripping down my face until now. I reach up and feel an open gash above my eye, flinching when I touch it. Fuck, I probably need stitches.

When we park at Souls, I get off my bike and go to check on the others. Riley’s nose is bleeding, while Porter has blood dripping from his lip. Finn and Alex aren’t bleeding, but Alex is holding his ribs as we walk inside.

“What the fuck?” Brooks roars when we all get inside. The place is busy, and we attract a lot of stares and whispers. “Get to the back,” he hisses.

“You need stitches,” Zane says, slapping my back.

“No shit,” I dryly comment.

When we get around the table, I can feel the anger pouring off of Brooks. No one sits down and he slams his fits down on the long wooden table. “We’re trying