I raised my arm as the first guy I came to brought his two by four down in an arc. I didn’t have time to avoid it, so I met the blow as high up as I could, taking some of the power out of it. It still reverberated down my spine as the wood cracked against my ulna. I was going to feel that for days to come. But my right arm flashed out and the guy had several holes from where I plunged my knife in his body before he knew what the fuck was happening.
It was important to make the first one drop fast. The others would hesitate before bum rushing me. That hesitation would allow me to fight them one on one, versus being overwhelmed.
The nice thing about being a medic and getting into a fight? You knew exactly where to stab a fucker to take him down with the least amount of effort on your part. Especially when you didn’t care about casualties. The body dropped at my feet. I moved onto my next target. My eyes and focus were locked on them, though I paid enough attention that no one could come up behind me. Tunnel vision was a bitch during a fight and that was how you fucking lost. We weren’t losing.
Sounds of fists hitting flesh, grunts, and short screams that were cut off early filled the air as we fought. We needed to hurry. Someone was going to end up hearing this, or coming around the damn corner and catching an eyeful. Or one of them would decide that quiet no longer mattered if they were losing and would pull a gun.
I wasn’t sure how the townspeople would react to seeing us fighting—or killing. Most of them really liked having us here. Weprotected them and our home, but seeing what we were capable of first-hand was a little different. For them protection meant beating up rowdy out-of-towners, not mass slaughter of drug dealers.
I grunted as I took a bat to the side, simultaneously I swung my arm in an arc and embedded my blade into the soft flesh of a guy’s neck. A quick twist ended his life as his friend rushed toward me. I halted the downward momentum of the body and held him up, using him to block the crow bar the guy swung my way. Two heavy thumps to the dead body sounded before I tossed it at the man with the bar.
His dead friend took him down to the ground because he had to weigh all of a buck twenty-five. “Wait, wait, wait!”
I didn’t wait.
I flicked my knife downward with as much force as I could and watched as it hit his jugular. I looked up and around, frowning when I realized there were no more shit heads for me to take my anger out on. “Where are the rest of them?”
“Scurried off like rats as soon as they realized that even though they outnumbered us they weren’t going to win,” Rotor said, tone heavy with disgust.
“Damn,” I sighed. “They’re going to warn the rest.”
“Pretty sure once none of them came back and they found all their drugs missing,” Warrant said, poking his head into one of the units, “they’d have figured it out.”
“I guess that is a dead giveaway.” I walked in after him and searched the area. There were enough drugs in here to have made it worth it to check, but even better was all the equipment. We were going to end up taking a chunk out of Dolan’s revenue with this haul.
“Jury, call Cypher and get the club over here to help us pack all this up,” Warrant called out.
We went through each unit as we waited, doing a rough calculation of how much money Dolan was going to lose between equipment and drugs. If killing his brother and the last crew wasn’t enough to bring him out of hiding, this should be.
I unwound a hose I found at the end of the units. Once we loaded the bodies into one of the vehicles our brothers would bring, I’d get rid of the evidence. Frowning at how much blood was soaking into the porous concrete, I grabbed my cell. “Hey Prez.”
“Hear you guys ran into some trouble,” Cypher said.
I snorted. “Barely broke a sweat. Can you send one of the guys down to the armory for me before heading over?”
“Yeah, sure. What do you need?”
“The entire store of Hydrogen Peroxide I have down there.”
“Hydrogen… Someone get hurt?”
“No. It’s for getting the blood stains off this concrete. Don’t need the storage unit owner calling Owen out here to investigate when he sees it all.”
“Good point. I’ll get it done.”
“Thanks.” I ended the call and stretched out my neck. The fury from the fight was starting to cool inside me and now I was starting to feel the pain from the places I’d been hit. It wouldn’t take long for that to fade. At least now we were able to move forward against the Iron Circle. That was going to make my brothers happy.
CHAPTER 20
Raeleen
Blowing out a nervous breath, I smoothed down my skirt as I walked toward the door. Penny had waddled to our bedroom as soon as the doorbell had sounded. She was probably hiding under the bed, part of me wanted to hide under there with her. I was equal parts nervous and excited about tonight.
Opening the door, I smiled at Pyre. “Hi.”
“Hey,” he said, stepping inside my home as I moved aside. “Boots off?”
I looked down at his boots. “Oh, they’re okay on.” I had on a pair of heels and an apron over my clothes. “Dinner’s almost ready. You can take a seat at the table if you want…” I trailed off as he followed me into the kitchen.
