Page 36 of Viva Wed Vegas

Ghost comes to my side. “You will stay fucking still and let her fucking hit you as many times as she wants. You go to move away or run; not only will the dog hunt you fucking down, but I don’t know if you’ve noticed all the guns currently aimed at your fucking heads?” Ghost seethes, his voice low and threatening. “Rage, Beast, hold them down,” Ghost orders. Rage and Beast step forward, their eyes glowing with enjoyment. “If you had kept them in their chairs, they wouldn’t need to be held down,” Ghost whispers in my ear.

I glare at him, noting the cocky smirk on his face. “I wanted to fight fair,” I say through gritted teeth.

“When it comes to revenge, there ain’t no room to play fair. You always play to destroy,” he growls in my ear. I bite down on my bottom lip as his deep and threatening voice causes pleasure to spike within me. He playfully nips my ear, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me.

I shove my shoulder, brushing him off. “Stop it. Now let me take my own revenge,” I snap, squaring my shoulders to regain my composure.

I step toward the one Rage is restraining. He’s taller than me, so I need to swing up.

“On your knees for the lady,” Rage growls in his ear. When he doesn’t move, Rage kicks the back of his knees, making him crumble to the floor. Rage then pulls a gun and holds it to his temple, keeping him still.

“Fuck’s sake Rage, we said no fucking weapons,” Ghost sighs.

“They’ve got theirs,” Rage argues.

“Theirs are registered,” Ghost points out.

“Mine is registered,” Rage counters.

Ghost gives him a poignant stare. “I don’t mean registered in your fucking personal logbook, Rage,” he sighs.

Rage just shrugs. “Oh, well.”

“Can you both just let me have my moment?” I ask, looking between them.

Ghost gestures for me to continue.

“Sorry,” Rage mutters.

I nod. “Thank you,” I exhale a breath. “Remember how you said you’d pin me down and fuck me until I bled, until I was crying and begging for mercy?” I ask the officer. His eyes gleam with pure hatred. Ghost lurches closer, his anger boiling over. I hold up my hand to stop him before I lean in closer to the officer. “It will be you that will be begging for mercy,” I sneer.

“You fuck—” he starts to spit, but I swing my right fist round, slamming it into the side of his temple. His head whips to the side, and the skin on his brow splits from the impact of my knuckledusters. My hand instantly hurts from this hit, but I don’t care. The feeling of getting some payback quickly overrides the pain. I swing again, this time with my left, then again with my right. Blood splatters with each hit, but I keep going until I feel strong hands grabbing my upper arms and hauling me back.

“Easy darlin’, breathe,” Ghost whispers calmly in my ears.

“Josie, Nova, let them have it,” I pant. Beast and Rage step back as the prongs of their tasers hit the officers directly in their chests. They both drop to the floor, their bodies tensing and twitching. I shrug Ghost off me and walk to stand between them, shoving one to his back with my stiletto heeled foot. “Ever hear the saying, ‘Behind every great man is an even greater woman’?” I sneer, looking down on them as Nova and Josie don’t let up the charge. “Well, we are the women behind those fucking great men, but we aren’t just great. We are fucking phenomenal,” I seethe. Pulling out my gun, I hold it and aim at one of their heads. They watch as the charge from the taser dies, and I can see fear rippling through their eyes.

“I don’t normally get hard in these situations, but seeing my woman taser that fucker to the floor. Fuck, it’s hot,” Hawk comments behind us.

“Keep it in your pants, dude. There’s a time and a place, and this ain’t it,” Beast huffs back.

“What the fuck? I ain’t about to whip my cock out. I was just saying it’s fucking hot,” Hawk snaps back.

“Do you remember when Hawk got his cock out at that nun when he thought she was a stripper?” Spider laughs, causing the other brothers to laugh at the memory.

“Hawk!” Josie yells at him over her shoulder.

“Some guy flashed me his cock once late at night, so I cut it off with my machete,” Rage adds.

“For fuck’s sake, there will be no cocks being whipped out!” Ghost barks, exasperated.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound approaches, and the large metal doors at the far side of the unit screech open. Two sport motorbikes ride in, followed by a black van. We pause, wondering what the fuck is going on. They come to a stop, and as the bikes rev their engines, the noise echoes around the unit. I feel Ghost suddenly at my back, his hand sliding around my waist, holding me close.

The two bikers don’t get off their bike, but the van door opens, and a woman with long, dark brown hair steps out. She’s wearing black biker leathers that cling to her every curve, paired with killer stiletto boots.

“I totally have a lady throbby right now,” I mutter, taking in the incredibly badass beauty in front of us.

She stops just in front of us and gives me a smile. “Star,” she greets.

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