“Everyone get the fuck out!” Ace shouted, and all non-members rushed to the door.
Not all of them made it. When the two visitors were a foot away, Wraith reached out, grabbing the neck of the first man in line. With all his force, he threw him into his counterpart, knocking them both to the floor.
“You wanted to see a fight? I’m gonna show you a fucking fight.” Wraith stalked toward both men. He was mildly aware of the door closing.
They scrambled to their feet and backed up. Unfortunately for the guys, it put them in the corner of the room. They’d have to get past Wraith to make it to the exit. That wasn’t going to happen. Wraith had singlehandedly taken on twice the men who were double their size. He was born and bred for this.
The guys took a united stand, and for a brief second, they shared a look. As if he could read their minds, the corner of Wraith’s lip curled. They thought at least one of them would make it past him.Wrong, assholes!One man darted to the right while the other rushed to the left.Fucking amateurs.
Wraith reached out, grabbing each man by the throat and slamming their heads together. A sharp crack echoed through the room and both screamed out in gut wrenching agony. Wraith released one man, throwing him against the wall, and drew a fist, pounding it into the other guy’s face. Over and over. And over. He dropped to the ground, balled up next to his friend. He was completely out, gurgling on his own blood.
The other guy came to, and leaned forward. Wraith dropped the heel of his boot to his neck, forcing him back down.
“No girl fight.” He applied more pressure until the man started choking, and his eyes bulged. “Just a pussy fight.”
“You kill them, you bury them,” Cross said. “You know the rules.”
The last thing Wraith wanted to do was cart off two dead bodies for disposal. He had other plans. He gave one more harsh shove with his boot, then straightened. He rolled his neck, eyeing the men. Worthless assholes with no honor.
Wraith turned, eyeing his bloody knuckles.
“Wraith.”
He glanced up at Cue, who took off his T-shirt and threw it to him. Wraith wiped the blood. He clenched his jaw, fighting against the burn from the rawness of his knuckles.
“Should have taken bets on this match.”
Wraith slowly turned to Gent, leveling him with his stare. The release from beating the two guys had tempered his rage.But I still got a little left.For as big as he was, Wraith was underestimated when it came to stealthy, quick movements. It left most of his prey in surprise.
He walked toward the door, swiftly shifted to the left, and wheeled back his arm. The brothers weren’t quick enough to intercede, and Gent had let his guard down. Wraith’s fist clocked his jaw with so much power, Gent’s head swung back, and he slammed against the wall.
“Fuck, Wraith.” Ace moved in front of him, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him back. “Settle the fuck down.”
Wraith scowled at Gent who straightened, licking the blood off his busted lips, smirking.
Fucking sadist.
Chapter Eight
Cleo stood at the top of the stairs, staring down. Quite a few members passed, their heavy boots slamming on the wood floor. Their steps were rushed, and when she heard shouting and a large crash, she tightened her hold over her flowers.Maybe I should’ve just let it go.When she saw Ace pass by the opening, she jumped back. She walked down the hall toward her room when a door opened and Cypher walked out, zipping up his jeans.
Cleo pressed her back to the wall, allowing him and his date to pass by. She dropped her gaze to the floor when the woman adjusted her top.
“What the hell is going on?” Cypher asked.
The house was old with thin walls. Cypher’s bedroom was above the game room, and she had no doubt he’d heard the chaos happening below. But he didn’t have all the details. And she wasn’t going to offer up any.
She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Cleo didn’t make it a habit of lying to any of the members, but she could put this into a convoluted perceptive. He was asking what was happeningnow. With her being upstairs, she had no way of knowing.Technically not a lie.
Thankfully, he didn’t ask anything further. She drew in a breath and walked to the end of the hall. She had a corner roomwith a window. It was prime real estate in the clubhouse. She put her flowers on her dresser, readjusting a few that had come out of place. Not perfect but still beautiful. She needed to add more water, though.
Her phone pinged, and she glanced down at the screen, smiling instantly. She had a different relationship with all the members of the club. This one was more special than most.
Ghost: What the fuck did you do? It sounds like a riot downstairs. On the roof, come check it out.
Cleo tucked her phone in her pocket and walked over to his room two doors down. The door was closed but she walked in past his bed and to the open window. While she loved her room and thought of it as one of the nicest on the second floor, Ghost had her beat with access to the porch roof.
