I cocked back and swung, putting every bit of force in my body into the swing.
His jaw was like hitting concrete. The pain shot from my knuckles all the way up my arm. But I noticed it in a distant kind of way, because I was too busy enjoying the way his head whipped to the side, how blood and a chunk of something white—a tooth?—flew out of his mouth.
A roar burst from him.
And when he looked back, my hand was already reaching for the blade shoved down my pant leg.
But there was no time.
No use.
Because, suddenly, the back of Roach’s head was grabbed in one hand and his chin in another, and I watched in fascinated horror as his head was twisted, cracked, severed from his spinal cord.
The giant hands released him.
His body fell, lifeless, to the ground.
And there was Colter.
Panting for breath.
Bloodied. Bloody. Vibrating with rage.
I didn’t think.
I just… flew at him, wrapped him up, held on tight.
Somewhere off in the clubhouse, there were four loud pops.
Then complete and utter silence.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Colter
It was pure chaos when I burst into the clubhouse.
Men scrambled.
But none of them were quite as motivated as I was.
And with Saint and Syn not far behind me, it wasn’t long before blood was painting the walls, the couches, and the filthy-ass, drug-covered coffee tables.
It seemed like the fuckers had trouble locating guns. Hence why they’d wanted to make that deal with us in the first place. Only two of the guys seemed to have guns of their own.
One raised his shaky arm, trying to aim at Syn.
Saint lost his fucking mind, taking the guy down in the middle, and then beating the fucker’s face in until he was unrecognizable.
Meanwhile, Syn held his own, taking on another younger guy who was swinging a sad little switchblade.
I saw blood bloom on Syn’s forearm.
But the sight of it, the searing pain of the slice, only seemed to fuel Syn, who got into the cage of the guy’s body, grabbed his head, and slammed it hard into the corner of the wall.
As for me, I plowed into two guys at once, knocking them down like fucking dominos, then pounded into the one who wasn’t pinned to the ground until he stopped moving.
I shoved his body off to the side, grabbed the other one’s head in both hands, and slammed it down on the floor, watching the life drain from his eyes.
