Page 7 of Pope’s Purgatory

Crazy fucker.

“Such a pretty little bird, she is,” he croons.

“Suggest you remove your eyes from her or I’ll gladly pluck them from their sockets and have them for dinner,” I tell him calmly.

“Clink is gonna have so much fun with her,” he tells me with a wide smile. “You really should’ve been nicer to him.”

The familiar pipes of my brothers’ bikes ring through the breeze, and I smile back at him. “I really should have, but being nice isn’t my nature.”

I go along with him as if I have any fucking idea what the hell he’s talking about. I never had any run-ins with Clink until he started his shit with the club.

This fucker is so focused on me that he somehow misses my woman making her way around us to come up behind him, but when he feels that kiss of the blade she rests against his neck, he freezes.

The flash of surprise in his eyes has me chuckling. “My woman, she doesn’t like being threatened much. Shereallydoesn’t like when her man is.”

“You can kill me, but we won’t stop coming for her or your club. Clink wants it all. Every single thing that belongs to you.”

“See, now, that just won’t do. He can’t have things that belong to me,” I growl, walking close enough that the barrel of my gun rests against his forehead.

He smiles, not fearing the death coming his way. “As long as it belongs to you, he’ll covet it.”

The confirmation is a punch to the fucking gut, and I don’t like the way it’s got my mind racing.

As soon as the laugh passes the Steel Slayer’s mouth, I squeeze the trigger, watching as his life quickly fades from his eyes before he falls to join his brothers.

Birdie steps away and drops to the ground. She’s been running on adrenaline, we both have, and now the last one is no longer a threat to us, we’re going to crash.

Malice, Cyanide, Savior, and Tomcat march toward us. Their expressions are grim as they take in the bodies lying around Birdie.

“You couldn’t leave just one of them alive?” Malice asks, quirking his brow.

I shrug with a smile. “He said something I didn’t like. They weren’t gonna give us any information anyway.”

“That’s not true,” Birdie says weakly. “You know now that it’s you, personally, Clink has an issue with.”

Her face has gone ashen as I shove my gun in the holster and drop down beside her. My hands are rushing to push the leather jacket from her, but they’re trembling so hard that it takes a few tries to get the fucking stupid thing unzipped.

She cries out when I try to remove it from her, and I yank my hand back.

“Let me look at her, Prez,” Tomcat says, squatting beside us.

Together, we work the jacket off her. I let out a roar when I spot the blood slowly leaking from the wound on her side.

She was shot. They shot my woman. My Birdie. My little mama.

My body rocks as I fight against the rage flooding my system. I need to tear someone apart, but I’ve already killed the ones here who dared hurt her. I jump to my feet and step closer to the body of the last Steel Slayer I killed. With an anguished howl, I shoot his fucking dick then his ugly damn face. Hopefully, he’ll feel that all the way in hell. Let one of those demons down there kiss his goddamn boo-boos all better.

Anger still pulses through my veins, so I unzip my jeans, whip my dick out, and piss all over him. I sigh once I’ve relieved my bladder, and when I turn around, they’re all staring at me with varying degrees of glee.

I tuck myself back in with a shrug. “When you gotta go, you gotta go.”

“I love your crazy ass,” Birdie says quietly, her pain-filled eyes roaming over my face in a gentle caress.

Leaning down, I cup my hand around her throat and tilt her colorless face so I can brush my lips softly across hers. “Love you too, little mama.”

“She’ll be okay. It’s just a deep-ass graze. She got lucky. Still should go see the doc,” Tomcat says.

“A graze?” I mutter, shoving my fingers through my long hair, wishing I still had my hair tie.

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