“Stay the fuck away from me!” I shouted.
They laughed. I bared my teeth at them, clenching my fists.
“Club princess here thinks she’s gonna fight us,” the other guy said. The President laughed again.
“She won’t be fighting for long,” he lurched towards me. “You’re family are gonna see you sooner than they think. In pieces.”
I swung my fist, connecting with his jaw, his head snapped to the side and I winced at the pain in my hand, but I didn’t have time to think about that as the other guy ran at me, he slapped me so hard I spun around, seeing stars. His hands were all over me, pushing me face first into the wall.
“No!” I shouted, struggling against him.
“Hold her still.”
“No, stop you motherfucker. I’ll fucking kill you!”
They just laughed. I was pushed harder into the wall, the guy holding me forcing his body against mine. I cringed at the erection pressing into me. I couldn’t give up, I wasn’t going through this again. I went limp and made him think I was giving in.
The guy pulled one hand back as he started struggling with his belt. While he was distracted I slammed my head back, he was small enough that the back of my head connected with the bridge of his nose. He screamed and let me go as his nose shattered. I turned and kneed him hard, right in the balls and he went down, howling and folding into himself.
I spun away from him and ran along the side of the wall towards the table where the TV was. The President was looking at the other guy with wide eyes, but then he turned to me and smiled.
“I love it when they fight.”
“Come on then, you ugly fuck,” I snarled.
He started towards me, when I saw a shadow rising behind him. My eyes widened just as Mace came into the room, the President had no clue what was happening as Mace smashed something into the back of his head. He went down like a sack of shit, knocked out cold.
“Shit,” he ran a hand through his hair. He looked over at the guy writhing on the ground, his hands clamped between his legs and blood all over his face. He turned to me, frowning.
I was still shaking, pressed back against the wall. Okay, so he’d saved me from his President, but it looked like he was having a crisis of conscience.
“Mace you fucking cunt, what the hell are you doing?” the guy on the floor squeaked, his voice a few octaves higher than it had been before. “You’re fucking dead for that.”
He started struggling to get up. His belt buckle clanged against the floor and Mace’s eyes narrowed in on his half-unzipped pants, as he realised what was going on before he came in. His jaw tensed as he looked from the guy on the ground, to me. I had no clue what he was going to do. It looked as if he didn’t know either, until he stomped across to the other guy and kicked him hard in the face. He was out cold now too.
I let out a shuddery breath, wrapping my arms around my middle.
“Jesus,” Mace gritted his teeth, glaring at the two men.
“What do we do now?” I asked.
Despite having knocked out two of his own brothers for me, he looked at me as if he had forgotten I was in the room.
“Everything has gone to fucking shit,” he told me.
“What do you mean?”
He shook his head. “Pretty sure they were gonna kill you.”
“You think?” I snapped. I wasn’t really sure what he wanted me to say. “Well, they were gonna have some fun first,” was what came out.
“Yeah, I gathered,” he said angrily staring at the guy he’d kicked.
“So, what now?”
He shook his head and started pacing. Okay, I wasn’t an idiot, he’d just knocked out his President to rescue his MC’s prisoner. Even I knew that was fucked up.
“Will more of them come?” I whispered.
