Page 18 of Thorsten Wisely Dicey MC

Using my free arm to open the door, I calmly take a breath and prepare myself for anything or nothing. The sight before me is not what I expected and it’s why I scream at the top of my lungs.

Normal reaction for a girl who isn’t used to the dangerous life of bikers, right? Especially when there’s a guy standing in my bedroom holding Thorsten at gunpoint. A guy I recognize as Nilo. I don’t know his last name but I do know he’s part of the Feliza Cartel.

Fuck.

“Let her go,” Thorsten growls. “She has nothing to do with this.”

Nilo’s gaze slides over my bare legs. “No? A little birdy told me she’s your old lady.” He swings his arm in my direction. “I think I’m going to kill you and take her with me. It wouldn’t settle the score because we need you to keep the deal in place. So, I will have to only wound you and take her as leverage. If you handle the transport well, we could give her back.”

I feel dirty with only the man’s gaze on me. He’s creepy as hell.

“My old lady isn’t going anywhere,” Thorsten states in a calm and deadly tone as he turns his body.

Nilo flashes his arm back to point the gun at Thorsten. “Move again and you’ll regret it. Just like your woman will once I fuck her ’cause she might not want you after she had–”

I’ve heard enough and decide screaming is my first option to distract him…right before I drop the towel. His eyes are on my breasts and he’s unable to react when I take aim and squeeze the trigger.

Once. Twice. Three times while I move forward and watch Nilo’s body jerk. The gun falls from his hand, and he stumbles back, hits a wall, and sags down onto his ass. The white wall now has bloody smears.

Tearing my gaze away from the stained wall, I keep my eyes on Nilo’s dead body, my aim as well, when I ask, “Thorsten, you okay?”

When he doesn’t answer, I rush toward Nilo and kick the gun away from him as I squat down to check his pulse. Dead. Knowing he’s not a threat anymore, I rise and turn to face Thorsten who is staring at me. I have no damn clue what’s going through his mind.

Another quick look at the body allows me to push forward and get shit going.

“You need to leave,” I tell Thorsten and throw my gun on the mattress to free my hands to get dressed.

“The fuck I am,” he grits and jumps out of bed to reach for his jeans.

Thorsten is standing in front of me, eyes blazing, as soon as we’re both dressed. “Where the fuck did you learn to shoot like that, eh?”

“My grandfather,” I automatically reply and reach for my phone. “He taught me how to use most weapons and took me to the shooting range on a regular basis. I still have all the guns he owned when he died in the car accident.”

His face doesn’t show any emotion. “You’re telling me you had one of your grandfather’s guns just lying around in the bathroom? Don’t even blink fucking twice at killing a man, and have a steady aim while looking fucking badass naked doing so?”

I shrug as I hit send on a 911 message to Archer. The way Thorsten is looking at me? The sound of his words? I have no clue what he’s thinking, but my gut is telling me something is wrong. Well, other than the fact I just killed a cartel member in my freaking bedroom.

“You need to leave,” I tell him again.

“And you need to tell me who the fuck you really are,” he snaps.

The rumbling of bikes gets louder, and I hope it’s Archer. Though, living next to a motorcycle club doesn’t give me much hope.

“I have no clue what you mean, asshole,” I growl back. “Why the hell are you angry at me? I’m the one who saved your ass. You were just lying around while this fucker wanted to kidnap me, rape me, and who knows…torture before killing? I’m sure he would have been creative with the threat he made against you. And you dare to ask who I really am? I thought I fucking told you already. I’m a motherfuckin’ madwoman, you asshole. Now, get the fuck out of my damn house.”

“Livi,” Archer bellows from my living room.

Thorsten holds my gaze for a heartbeat longer and steps back to open the window. He disappears right when Archer steps into the room.

“What the hell happened? Are you okay?” he asks and glances me over. “Shot? Bleeding? Hurt? Shit. Ma is gonna kill me if you got hurt.”

“I’m fine,” I huff, and I feel the adrenaline rush fade as I glance at the window.

Before I can say anything, Archer is standing in front of me and says, “Come with me.” Leaning close he adds on a whisper, “We’ll go somewhere we can talk.”

I bob my head and let him guide me out of the house. There are a handful of bikers in front of my house, all wearing Broken Deeds patches.

“Wyatt, Ganza, Arrow, Austin, there’s a dead body in the bedroom. Handle it and meet me back at the house,” Archer orders.

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