Page 9 of Two Tricks

“What?!” the icy enforcer snapped, pushing off the wall. “Listen, you crazy bitch, we played your game—”

He didn’t really get to finish that statement because I was up in his face, landing a hit with my elbow into his ribs. As he bent forward, I helped him along and shoved his head into my knee and then onto the ground with a loud grunt. This seemed to break everyone out of their shock, and they converged on me. The Brit wasn’t down for long, lurching to his feet with murder in his eyes. I ducked under a punch and grabbed the arm, using my attacker’s own momentum to slam him into one of the other guys. The Latino with the copper eyes just watched me with a grin on his face, making no move to stop me as I bolted for the sliding glass door.

I flipped the lock on the handle and yanked at the door, but it didn’t budge. Glancing down, I saw there was a second lock at the bottom of the door that needed to be released. As I was trying to get the lock to pop with my big toe, strong arms wrapped around my waist, and I was dragged back from my escape. Furious, I scratched at the steel arms trapping me against his chest, but he didn’t even flinch. I lifted my legs, trying to unbalance him, but I wasn’t heavy enough for that to work. Trying the next idea, I slammed my heel into whatever flesh I could land on.

“Son of a bitch!” the man swore, and his arms loosened enough for me to get a grip on my knife.

Flipping it so the blade was resting along the inside of my forearm, I sliced along his hip. With that he dropped me, and I rolled out of the way and crouched, watching them. I didn’t want to kill them in such a public place. No, I was going to save that for a different night of my choosing. Roughing them up a little, though, made sure they wouldn’t forget little old me.

“Fucking whore sliced me,” Teo ranted, trying to stop the bleeding with his hand.

“If you want to make it out of this with only that papercut, then I would really urge you to stop calling me names. It gives me the strongest desire to stab you,” I commented, adjusting the grip on my knife.

“Seems like plan B might be our best option, Eagle,” Thor’s twin pointed out.

I frowned, not liking that they were ignoring me and that they had a plan B. Seeing as how they weren’t trying to hurt me, I didn’t think their plan was to kill me, but the other options didn’t seem great either. Peeking at my watch, I noticed the call had ended. Wes had to be close by now if he’d hung up.

What were the chances I could still get out of this? Two guys were blocking the exit back into the party, one was at the glass door that still wasn’t unlocked, and the remaining two were slowly encroaching.

I decided to take my chances with the glass door that the fellow enforcer was guarding. He was the only one I thought could handle the damage I was about to cause with my crazy fucking idea. I feinted to the left, tricking the two brothers to dive after me that way, then sprinted off to the right. Picking up enough speed, I launched myself at the man blocking my way, making sure my knees were out in front. As I landed on him, I threw my knife at the glass door, causing it to shatter enough that when his body hit, we crashed through. I covered my head as the glass rained around me and braced for impact… but it never happened.

Arms wrapped around me, shielding me as we landed on the patio. Stunned for a moment, I didn’t move fast enough to get out of his hold before an arm snaked around my neck and held on tight. I scratched, bit, and kicked, but nothing was affecting his hold. My vision started to go dark, and I knew that I wasn’t going to get out of this.

This is why I fucking hated going to parties!

When she finally passed out from Void’s chokehold, I scooped her up. This crazy little vixen was more challenging than we’d bargained for.

I had no fucking clue who she was when I started dancing with her. All I saw was a small, sexy, tatted woman I had to get my hands on. I never expected to find someone like her at one of Gaby’s parties—she had certain rules about who she associated with.

Holding her sexy body against mine made my dick twitch. I still hadn’t managed to get it to calm the fuck down from her rubbing her pussy all over my leg. Never had I been so turned on with so many clothes still on my body. I grinned at Void as he groaned, getting up off the ground and inspecting the small cuts all over his bare arms.

“That crazy—”

“Careful. You don’t want to wake her up,” I said, cutting him off.

“That crazy pint-size demon just tossed me through a sliding glass door!” Void said, shaking his head and staring at her with wide eyes. “Who the fuck does that?”

“Two Tricks’ enforcer,” Sprocket said, making his way out of the room, followed by Eagle and Picasso.

“When that snitch told us she was his enforcer, I thought he meant that she just told them where to hit. Not that she would do the hit herself,” Picasso said, narrowing his eyes at the woman in my arms as he continued to apply pressure to the wound on his hip.

“We better get out of here. No telling who heard the fight or if she managed to call for backup,” Sprocket suggested.

“I’ll take her in her car so it’s not left here for Gaby to deal with,” I offered, striding through the yard to the back gate that we’d entered through.

The guys followed me silently as we checked to make sure we wouldn’t be seen leaving with an unconscious woman. Eagle went to the valet and handed over the ticket that we grabbed from her purse. My jaw dropped when I saw the sexiest Camaro pull up.

“Fuck,” Sprocket said, looking like he was going to come in his pants from just looking at it. “You have to agree she’s got good taste.”

Eagle met us at the end of the driveway and rolled down the window. “I think it’s best if I get her to the compound. Not sure I trust any of you not to take a joyride in this thing.”

Picasso opened the door for me, and I begrudgingly slid her into the passenger seat and buckled her in. “Can’t say I trust you not to do the same, pres.”

Eagle just flashed me a shit-eating grin as I closed the door and he peeled out into the night.

“We’re fucked,” Picasso said as we watched the taillights disappear.

“Royally fucked,” Void agreed.