Dipping my chin in a single nod, I smirk. “You have a good memory.”
He snorts then clears his throat, his gaze flicking behind me to Millie. I can feel her tits pressing against my back and her fingers gripping the back of my cut. She’s trembling. I don’t know if she’s scared for herself or me. She shouldn’t be. I’ve got her.
“Want to explain to me why you have my woman here? Why you kidnapped her?”
“This whore?” he spits. “You’re going to wager your life for some whore? That’s scraping the bottom of the fucking barrel.”
I don’t bother speaking. There’s nothing to say to that. As much as I want to fly off the fucking handle, he’s only saying those things to get me to make a mistake. I won’t be doing that. He is not a man who is going to best me, not by a long shot.
“I’m sure you want a reaction. That’s something you won’t get,” I say right before I pull the trigger.
I watch as his head explodes. Blood splatters everywhere. I should apologize to Heidi, but she doesn’t get as much blood on her as Anna. That bitch is covered in brains and everything else.
It’s pretty fucking amazing.
He drops to the floor with a thud, and my gaze travels down to his slumped body. I’m glad the asshole is gone. He’s caused enough fucking chaos. And he called my woman a whore multiple times. That was all I needed to add to the justification of his death.
“Well, Anna, wanna start talking?” I ask.
Heidi snorts but doesn’t say anything. She’s still got her gun out and pointed directly at Anna’s back.
“It wasn’t my fault,” Anna cries. “He talked me into it.”
“And you did it,” Heidi grinds out. “You took Millie to a man you knew was going to hurt her. You knew. You’ve been in the life before. Millie told me.”
Anna’s eyes widen before she spins around to face Heidi. “You don’t know shit, bitch. You and Millie come here, and everyone falls all over you. These gorgeous, amazing dancers from Vegas. Fucking influencers are coming out of the woodwork just to see you dance. Hundreds of men who just want to look at you up on that stage. God, you fucking cunts.” she screams.
“So Millie deserves to be kidnapped and killed?”
“He wanted me,” Anna snaps. “He wanted me for himself, and I would do anything to have that.”
Heidi opens her mouth, but nothing comes out, because it’s Millie who speaks next. She releases her grasp on my cut and takes a step out from behind me.
“You would help him kidnap another woman, knowing he wanted to hurt her, just because he said you had a good cunt? Dante Barone would say that to a fucking fence post if he thought he would get something out of it.
“You aren’t special, Anna. I wasn’t special when he was trying to manipulate me, either. And I really wasn’t extraordinarywhen he killed men in front of me and then decided I needed to die for witnessing that.”
Staring at her, I can’t take my eyes off her face. Anna has the good sense to at least look remorseful. She’s a liability, though, much like Millie was a few months ago for Dante. Except Anna isn’t going to walk out of this. Unlike Millie, Anna isn’t an innocent person. She doesn’t get to just walk away.
My spine straightens when Heidi takes care of her with a single shot.
Much like Dante, Anna crumples to a pile of flesh and blood on the floor. Millie gasps, but she doesn’t scream or make any other noise of protest. Heidi takes a step forward, lowering the gun as her gaze meets mine.
“What do we do now?” she asks simply.
There is no trembling or fear in her voice. She is steady as she speaks. I don’t know what her life has been like, but what I do know is that she’s killed before. She’s a strong bitch, but even the strongest bitch would waver after taking a life.
That’s when I hear the bikes. My lips curve up into a grin. “The club will take care of it. Let’s get you girls out of here.”
Millie turns around to face me, her eyes meeting mine. She lifts one of her hands, her palm cupping my cheek. “Thank you, Axton,” she whispers.
“For?” I ask.
“Saving me.”
I lower my head and touch my lips to hers, but I don’t deepen the kiss. “You’re coming home now, Millie. Back to Thunder Rock. I don’t want to hear a fucking thing about it. You’re coming home.”
MILLIE
