“I’ll fucking kill him!” Demon roared.
“Demon!” Indie shouted.
But he’d already gone somewhere else in his head. Somewhere black and violent. Grim laughed outside. Loud enough, we all heard it.
“Thrash always wanted a go of her, didn’t he? Those fucking tits. Bet he’s sucking on them like a starving fucking mutt. I sent him up there. He’ll do a good job of her.”
My stomach tightened.
“Someone fucking stop him,” Indie yelled as Demon ran towards the doors.
Security Sam pushed off the wall, bounding towards him in quick, long strides for a six-foot fat bloke. He ducked his shoulder, dipping as he slammed him sideways, bowling him clean off his trajectory for the doors and landing heavily on top of him on the floor. Demon yelped in pain. Fuck.
My stomach stiffened as I crossed theDog. The Hand weren’t trying to force entry. Not yet. They were trying to pull us out where we didn’t have the protection of the clubhouse.
A slow creak sounded overhead. Floorboards. Every head in the room snapped upwards. Behind me Fury swore.
“How the fuck did they get upstairs?”
The answer hit me instantly. Baz. Had to be. Downstairs, another fist slammed against the door.
“Time to talk, Kings!” Grim shouted. “Or we start sending inspiration through the windows.”
The clubhouse descended into chaos. Brothers shouting over each other. Prospects panicking. Security Sam pushed up from on top of Demon, who clutched at his side.
Indie’s voice cut through all of it.
“Quiet!”
Silence hit hard. Immediate. Indie looked around the room once. Calm despite the fucking apocalypse unfolding in the pub.
“I’ll go out.”
“No, the fuck you won’t,” Fury snapped instantly.
“They want me.”
“They want your fucking head.”
Indie ignored him.
“I’ll buy time. Keep them talking. We wait for Chase and Jazz to get to the women.”
“If they even fucking made it,” Baz muttered darkly from near the bar.
I looked at him sharply. Too sharp, maybe because his eyes flicked towards me for half a second before moving away again.
“I’ll go with you,” Baz offered suddenly. “You shouldn’t walk out there alone.”
There it was. The move. Get Indie outside. Vulnerable. Exposed.
I stood immediately. “Then I’m coming too.”
Baz’s expression shifted almost invisibly. A tiny flash of annoyance before he buried it. Indie looked between us both. He knew exactly why I’d spoken. Outside, Grim hammered the door again.
“Clock’s ticking, lads!”
Indie exhaled slowly through his nose before nodding once.
