Page 49 of Brood

Chapter Forty-One

I can’t fucking think right now. Not straight. My reality is coated in red as I watch Piner look over my woman, yelling at someone to help him move her to our medical room. As much as I want to follow and know for sure she continues to draw breath, I need to kill someone first. Rage unlike anything I have ever felt before floods through me and I grab the closest weapon I can find, which happens to be the ax encased in the glass box right next to the doorway. My booted foot comes up and nails the glass, shattering it everywhere, gaining me access to the weapon. The voices of my brothers behind me are muffled as I throw the front door open and storm down the few steps that lead out into the street.

One foot in front of the other, I make my way through the lingering gunfire, not giving a shit when bullets fly past me. To my right, one of Butch’s men pops up, aiming right at me, when suddenly he drops, almost as fast as he appeared. I take that moment to look behind me, seeing my VP up in the window. I nod my thanks and continue on, right where I saw Butch go down from the stab wound. Roman said that he thought he hit him when everything started, but he wasn’t certain. It doesn’t matter. The man is as good as dead.

As I round the truck, another guy comes at me, getting a poor shot off before my ax makes a sickening crunch right across his face. That’s when another bullet flies and pierces a hole right in my fucking arm. I don’t flinch as I continue on my path, connecting the bloodied blade of the ax right into the chest of the asshole that just shot me.

I glance around now, not seeing anything but dead bodies and bullet casings scattered along the street. My eyes trail along the line the men, not finding the person I’m looking for. That is until I catch sight of someone limping away, trying to get to the other side of the clubhouse. The closer I get, I see the fight is much like it is on our side. Butch’s men are either dead or dying, and he will be joining them soon.

My heavy footfalls alert Butch to my advance, making him glance behind to see who is following him. We are out on the road now. There is no shelter for him. No place to hide as he hobbles away, blood trailing behind him as he goes. It isn’t just coming from his leg, so Roman must have hit him. Good. The more pain, the better. “Not so tough now, are you, ya prick?” I taunt the closer I get. He keeps going, speeding up as best he can. “You can’t face me because I’m not a woman?” Still he keeps on trying. He won’t be able to in a second. I bring my ax up and swing it right at one of his legs. Instantly he hits the ground as I take out one of his knees. He wails in agony, clutching his now busted knee.

“Ouch,” I hiss. “That looks painful.” Raising up the Ax again, I take out the other knee. The man gurgles and spits blood from his mouth, sending with it a chunk of his tongue. Motherfucker bit his tongue off. “That has got to hurt.” I stand there, over him, ready to let my ax drop again. “This is for her, asshole.” With all the force I have in me, the ax comes down right between Butch’s eyes, lodging itself there in his skull. His legs twitch as the final spasms cling to life. I watch with satisfaction as his blood coats the pavement, pooling all around his body.

“Brood,” Roman calls out to me, drawing my attention. When I turn and see anguish written all over his face, my stomach to bottoms out. I don’t waste time on words as I pound my way back inside the clubhouse.

Only when I get there, she’s gone.

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