“Nobody move,” McQuestion shouted.
But it was already too late. Every biker on the premises had a weapon drawn. Most of them were pointed at Jagger and me. I stood slowly, my hands raised.
“He drew on you,” Jagger said to McQuestion.
“I drew on the bitch.” The gray-bearded man pointed at me. And began to gasp. Blood pulsed out from beneath his hand. Razor and the Sabbath pointed guns at the men at the table. At me.
“Asshole,” I said, warning in my tone.
“Jacopo,” Marconi said, his voice calm, too soft to carry beyond the table of standing enemies. “Leg shots. Take them.”
Two shots rang out.
Jacopo had holstered his weapon before anyone else had time to blink. The Sabbath fell, grabbing his leg, dropping his weapon. Razor had moved. I didn’t think it was possible, but Jacopo had missed. Her nanobots and augmentation had defeated nearly superhuman skill.
The wounded Sabbath dropped his weapon, his transitioning not far enough along to force him to keep fighting.
Then, Spy sent me a vision of the woman.
She and her mate, Maul, were perched over Razor’s head as she hid behind my flatbed. I sent Spy a vision of jumping her and scratching her bloody. Spy sent back a smug feeling. She and Maul dropped onto Razor.
Cat screams and a woman’s guttural shout rang on the air. Razor and a ball of furious cats tumbled into sight.
Blood flew. I felt Spy take a cut along her side. She leaped away.
Razor grabbed Maul, ripped his claws out of her face, and threw the cat against the armored side of my truck. The door dented. Maul fell and lay still.
Heat, fury, and hate thumped once, hard, through my bloodstream. Into my bones.
Razor met my eyes across the space. Faster than human, she ran at me, her bloodied blade held in her left hand.
I shoved off. One foot landed on top of the round table. Shot glasses and good tequila went flying.
Second step hit the ground on the far side. Passing McQuestion. Racing at her.
My bloodstream pumped hard, telling me,enemy, enemy, enemy.
My eyes dilated. I saw everything at once. Everyone still had weapons drawn, moving back and forth, covering everyone else.
This would be a bloodbath. Unless—
I dove-leaped-bounded. Seemingly flying. In midair I shifted position. Tightened my left arm, bracing my shoulder. Blocked her left-handed weapon with my right forearm. Hit her with my left shoulder, momentum, body mass in flight. Direct hit. High in her gut.
Sheoofedout a breath.
I grabbed her wrist with my right hand as we fell. Landed, my momentum driving my shoulder deeper between her ribs.
A strangled sound gagged from her.
I rolled. Yanked back her little finger. Broke it. Took the knife. Shoved it slightly into the flesh of her carotid. She went still. Only her breath heaving. Our faces were centimeters apart, her face and neck covered with cat scratches. Her blood called to me to kill her. I made a fist around the knife hilt and punched her hard, instead. Breaking teeth. The metal bits in my gloves raked her mouth, tearing her flesh.
Tears filled her eyes. “Bitch.”
I grinned, showing teeth and fury. I lay my bare left wrist, above my glove, against a cat scratch on her face. I shoved with my nanobots. Claiming her.
She writhed and I shoved the knife tip deeper into the cut in her neck. “One millimeter. Maybe two. And you’re dead.” She went still, her eyes promising retribution.
Amos sauntered over to me and used plastic ties to secure Razor. The ties were enough to hold a gorilla. I hoped they’d be enough for her.
