She placed a wet cotton swab on the wound, and I hissed out when the medicine started to sear my skin.
“Ow! You weren’t kidding.”
“So, how old are you, Dillon?”
“I just turned eighteen.”
Her sky-blue eyes widened, reminding me of a vast clear sky or a cool shallow pool. “Wow, you’re so young.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty. I’ll be twenty-one in a few weeks.”
“And they let you serve drinks here?”
She looked around nervously. “Only Scorpio and Zodiac know my real age. Everyone else thinks I’m twenty-one.”
“Oh? And they let you work here, knowing you’re underage?”
“They know my situation, and the Celestial Sons will do whatever they can to help people that need it. They’ll probably help you as well if you let them.”
My mouth popped open to answer her just as a commotion started off to my left. We both looked over just in time to see AK lunging at Scorpio, and two of the other Artillery members jumping in to join the fight. The second one pulled out a knife, Archer came to Scorpio’s aid, taking on the much smaller man.
The Artillery member jabbed the knife at Archer, only to have his wrist caught in mid-air, and broken within two seconds. The knife dropped to the ground as the little biker hollered out in pain.
Out of instinct, I grabbed Sienna, pushing her under the table beside me, shielding her from view. Zodiac briefly looked over, gave me a quick nod, then went back to fighting.
A table crashed to the ground as AK brought Scorpio over the top of it, both of them scrapping like they were professional boxers. It seemed like a pretty fair fight until AK brought out his gun, holding it to Scorpio’s chin. That’s when the fight came to an abrupt stop, and women started screaming.
“Still want to take cheap shots, Star boy?”
“That’s enough!” Zodiac bellowed, suddenly holding his own gun against AK’s temple. “Pull that fucking trigger, and I’ll end your fucking life,” he growled through gritted teeth.
The music had cut off long ago, so their whole conversation could be heard by everyone in the strip club. All the girls were ducking behind tables and booths, and the rest of the Celestial Sons were standing behind Zodiac, ready to fight.
AK laughed maniacally. “Like you have the fucking balls to shoot me, Zodiac. Everyone knows the only man with any balls in this club fucking died two years ago. What he left behind was a weak excuse for a club.”
“Put away your gun, AK. This is your final warning.”
“Shoot me, Zodiac. Show me that you still have a nut sack in that frail, old body of yours.”
Zodiac pulled his gun away.But why?
“Just what I thought, one gigantic pussy to lead a bunch of other pussies. But guess what, boys? I’m no fucking pussy. The Hell’s Artillery always finishes what they start.” AK turned his focus back on Scorpio, finger curling around the trigger.
I closed my eyes, not wanting to bear witness to a murder.
A cold shot went off, and I covered my ears, too afraid to look at what was happening.
More girls started screaming, and I peeked open one eye to see them running toward the back of the building. I thought Scorpio was dead, but when I saw blood coming out of AK’s shoulder, my gut untwisted just a tad.
“Holy shit! You fucking shot me, you sick fuck.” AK stared at his open wound, cradling his shoulder like it was severed from the rest of his body.
Two of the Artillery men that were outside when I got here came sprinting in with guns loaded, but a mammoth man and the small one with the faux hawk came rushing in, standing between them and AK.
“I wouldn’t fucking do that if I were you,” the big guy growled, his scowl reaching far past menacing.
Both men looked at AK, who was still nursing his shoulder. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”
