Page 16 of The Alpha

We’d ridden out of town in silence and were now parked in the shadows of the alley, watching and waiting. My fists ached from holding my handlebars so tightly, wanting to use them to suffocate a man until his lifeless corpse fell to the ground.

I wanted my blade to sink in deep, to taste the blood of my enemies as it coated the air. And I’d make that a reality tonight.

I looked at the prez, watching him stare at the warehouse intently. I knew his mind was running a mile a minute, and then he exhaled, looked over at me, and gave one nod.

“Let’s roll out,” I said in a low, gravelly voice. And as we headed toward the warehouse in the pitch-darkness, I felt the adrenaline rush through me, felt my blood boil, and I just grinned.

Everything happened so fast. It was a blur of shouts and bodies and movement. The moment we kicked the warehouse doors open, chaos hit like a fist to the side of a face.

“Let’s get this party rolling, motherfuckers!” my brethren behind me shouted in unison.

Two of the rival patches came at us instantly, but another one of them tried to run. That poor bastard didn’t make it far before Stark tackled him to the ground. I watched as my MC brother slammed his fist into the asshole’s weak-ass jaw before grabbing his hair and smashing his face into the concrete. Stark stood, then brought his boot down on the runner’s skull until teeth scattered like dice across the warehouse floor.

I didn’t waste time. Kelsie had described the fucker who’d been up in her space, and I spotted him fighting with Traeger. Taker, the bastard who’d harassed my girl, was a big motherfucker, but I was bigger.

And I was meaner.

“That little bitch is mine!” I roared and charged forward. Traeger looked up at me and immediately stepped back, even going so far as to gesture toward Taker like my crazy-ass friend was a fucking showcase model onThe Price is Right. So I had free rein to fuck up the asshole, who was currently spinning around, trying to figure out why the hell Traeger suddenly stopped beating his ass.

I slammed into him full force, dragging him back by the collar and smashing his head into the concrete wall. Once. Twice. And on the third crash, bone cracked, and blood sprayed out of him like a broken pipe.

The piece of shit slumped forward, wanting to let his body take him to the ground, but I yanked him up again by the throat and pressed him to the wall.

“You like threatening women, huh?” I growled, my face inches from his, and I bared my teeth. “That’s right. You’re a patheticIittle bitch, aren’t you?” I slapped him across his face, a move that was surely humiliating for a man of his stature, unused to going up against anyone who isn’t half his size. “Picking on someone youthoughtwas much weaker than you. But she showed you, didn’t she,little bitch?” I bitch-slapped him again, emphasizing it each time I used the name Kelsie recollected him calling her while his filthy hand gripped my girl by her hair.

I pulled my blade from my cut and showed him how shiny it was. It wouldn’t be for much longer.

“How fucking stupid of you to think you could go toe-to-toe with us,” I snarled and then grinned maniacally. “Little bitch.”I spat a mouthful of saliva at him, and then my grin was back in place. “That was my woman you fucked with, and I’m gonna show you what I do to little bitches who fuck with what’s mine.” I showed him my knife again and heard the chaos behind me fade away as my brothers finished off the other two men and then stood there to watch me get to work.

“I’m about to become a motherfucking artist,” I said softly, deeply. I could only imagine how psychotic I looked from his perspective, and I was glad for it. I wanted him as scared as my woman had been last night, to feel as weak as he thought she was before she bested him.

Then… I carved, starting at his identifying scar, letting the blade slide through his cheek like butter, and downward to turn his throat into a beautiful smile. But not too deep. I wanted him to suffer for a while. He screamed, gurgled, and clawed at me—giving me exactly what I wanted—and I kept him pinned to the wall, even starting to laugh as I watched him slowly bleed out.

After his throat, I sliced up his face until his skin peeled away from muscle and bone, falling to the dirty ground with wet splats.

He was dying but somehow still conscious, so it brought me great joy when, before he was good and dead, I got to watch the light leave his eyes as I shoved the blade into his mouth and twisted.

More blood gushed from his throat, coating his shirt and cut and spraying across mine.

Finally, his body sagged, now nothing but a corpse, but his muscles twitched one last time.

Behind me, Lachlan, another patch, started giggling like a lunatic. “You’re crazier than me, Knox. You sick motherfucker.” He laughed even harder.

I turned and faced my brothers, all of us covered in blood, chests heaving from the fight, and ready to go after the rest of this MC made up of rogue pieces of shit.

Kelsie was safe. She was mine. And now, I’d go take care of the other fuckers, so this was done and over with and would never happen again.

None of them would ever touch her or threaten our MC again, because there’d be no one left to retaliate against our vengeance.

I’d make sure all loose ends were tied up and watch as our enemies burned to ash.

11

KELSIE

Iwas in the bathroom washing up when I heard the door to the room I was staying in for the night slam open. The sound reverberated through the tiny room like a gunshot as the door hit the wall.

I jumped, a squeak leaving me, my heart pounding in my chest as I turned to see him stalk into the room. I was still in the bathroom’s entryway, and Knox stood right inside the bedroom, water dripping from his leather jacket.

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