Page 66 of Marked By Myth

The door opened with a bang, and I moved my head to the side to see Johnny and Calypso heading my way. They both wore a sick grin on their faces.

Whatever was coming was happening soon.

“Save your strength, firecracker. You’ll need that fighting spirit for what’s coming for you next.”

I had no doubt.

“Are you going to let me down then?”

Calypso turned to Johnny then, before he came over to me.

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. They’d want you to use your arms.”

Assholes.

The closer he got, I held onto the chain above me and launched my legs up, wrapping my thighs around his neck and slamming my legs together. He tried to get free, but I knew this move could incapacitate. Johnny was stock still as I smothered his VP. Calypso did everything he could to stop it, but I could feel his energy waning. I was blocking his breathing. Both nose and mouth were encased in my fleshy thighs.

“Let him go,” Johnny called out. I saw him scramble toward us, a pipe in his hands. I unclamped my thighs from Calypso and kicked him backward. He stumbled into Johnny, the pipe flying somewhere in the room.

I swung on the chains, letting the top latch unhook and landed on my feet. My knees buckled and sent me careening into a kneeling position, but I was down. My arms ached when I moved them, trying to get some blood flow into them.

“Bitch!” Calypso cried out, as he tried to get to his feet. I located the pipe and crawled over to it, dragging it across the walls of the cell they’d been keeping me in. The sound was loud, and insanely unhinged. I saw the way Johnny cowered, like the scared little puppet he was. It was Calypso who was calling the shots. I’d worked that out pretty fast.

Pitch pushed into the room, took one look at the men on the ground, and me with the handy pipe before he smirked and shook his head.

“Damn. I should have had more faith.”

“What the fuck?” Calypso turned on him. “You? I vouched for you.”

“Yeah, but you don’t know me very well, bud. Which means you don’t know shit about people.”

He stood back up after delivering a swift kick to Calypso’s sternum and sending him back into Johnny on the ground.

“Here.”

He handed me a knife, a fancy one too.

“Make it quick.”

I moved over to Calypso and taunted him, just as he had taunted me with his own blade for the past day since he strung me up.

I slid the blade into his side. It went in smoothly, like a hot knife through butter. Calypso cried out, his hands moving to the wound once I pulled the blade free.

“Jesus, we don’t have time. Just off him.”

“Patience is a virtue,” I told him. “And oh boy does he deserve for me to take my time.”

Calypso was making a move to jump up, so I quickly slipped behind him and grabbed his hair, yanking his head back to look up at me before I slid my knife across his neck. Blood spewed out of his neck as his mouth fell open in horror when he realised there would be no coming back from this.

When I was satisfied that he had bled enough, I shoved him to the side and looked down at Johnny who looked scared shitless.

Good.

“You’re…you’re crazy…”

“Pot calling the kettle black, isn’t it?” I asked. “You kidnapped me, tortured me, threatened to kill me and all because I married a biker?”

“Pl-please…I’ll call them off. We’ll leave Sydney.”