Page 78 of Property of Camo

I push to my feet, seeing that Winger has the cunt I want. He is on his knees with three other men next to him, all three ofthem glaring at us, rage flowing off them, but one is shaking in fear and it fuels me.

“You are doing all of this over some stuck-up cunt?” the stepfather spits.

Charging forward, I slam my fist into his jaw, loving the satisfying crunch of bones breaking. He falls backward to the sound of giggling.

Turning my head, I see Izzy step forward, letting herself be seen, with her face close to the one who is shaking and whimpering.

“Boo,” she murmurs, and I shit you not, the fucker screams then faints.

“Holy shit, did he just faint?” Rush laughs as he leans against the wall, his arms and ankles crossed.

“Pussy.” Shift laughs.

“Hey, fuckers. Pussies are strong female parts. If not for a strong vagina, then the human race would die out. So pick another word to describe a weak man,” Izzy jumps in, folding her arms and popping a hip like a bratty teenage girl.

Shift holds his hands up in a surrender motion.

I look back at the bastards on the floor.

“You fucked with the wrong woman, when you took it upon yourself to hurt my woman,” I growl.

He smirks as he shifts back to his knees, and his eyes shine with excitement, which only pisses me off more.

“She was easy to get to, motherfucker. If she was your woman, you would have protected her better, but, man, she was so hot screaming out when I hit her. Made my dick hard.”

I see red as his words hit deeply.

“You picked the wrong side,” I say. Then, aiming my gun, I shoot the two other men on either side of him, watching his eyes go wide, fear filling them.

Tucking my gun into the waistband of my jeans, I slide my knife out of my holster. I drop onto my haunches, so I am eye level with this motherfucker. Holding the knife, and pressing the sharp tip against the tip of my forefinger, his eyes track the movement, before his gaze meets mine.

“Skyla is mine. Aston is mine.” Something settles inside of me when I finally confess that out loud for every brother to hear.

“You will die here tonight and no one will look for your body, do you know why?” He shakes his head. “That piece of shit you lived with, the one person who should have protected her son, is already dead. I had the great pleasure of helping her meet her maker.”

“S-she should have stayed out of our business,” he stutters like he is justifying hurting my woman and the boy.

“You should not have fucking touched the boy in the first place. There is a special place in hell for cunts like you, and Satan himself will gladly make you burn for what you have done.”

“Can we end this? I am bored now,” Izzy whines from behind me.

I smile, seeing the fucker’s eyes go wide.

“Yeah, Iz. We can go now. I have a woman and son waiting for me at the club.”

In a flash, I hold the top of the man’s head, then ram my blade into his skull through the underside of his jaw. Gurgling sounds come from his mouth, as his wide fear-filled eyes settle on mine, making me grin.

“Told you, you would die here tonight. I want you to know as your life drains away, it is because you touched my woman. A woman who belongs to The Kings of Anarchy. The alpha of the pack’s land we are on will use your body as an offering to the trolls who like human meat and bones. But first, your organs will be harvested and brought to us, so we can sell them on the illegal market.”

“You fucked with the wrong club, motherfucker.”

“Language. Fuck me.” I turn my head to see Oryn pinching the bridge of his nose at Izzy’s little outburst.

“Moot point, when you tell me off for swearing, while swearing, Mr. Lord.” The ghost giggles.

Turning back to the man hooked on my blade, I see the life drain from his eyes. His blood runs down the hilt, over my fist and wrist before dropping onto the floor, and his chest slows, until it stops moving and his body goes lax.

“He is gone, brother. Let’s get you home to your woman and kid. The alpha will take care of the body,” Winger calls out.

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