Page 35 of Devils Cut

I took off like a bat out of hell, tearing up the road toward Trey's place.

As I rode through the city streets, a practised ease guided my every move, even as I pushed the bike much faster than I should have. The wind whipped past me, stinging my face and tugging at my clothes.

The air crackled with tension as I pulled up to Trey's place; the sound of gunshots and Lisa's enraged screams pierced the night. My heart hammered in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins like liquid fire.

"Lisa!" I roared, my voice a thunderous demand that carried over the chaos. "Put it down now!"

She stood there, wild-eyed and furious, her arms shaking as she fired round after round into Trey's house. Her words were a venomous tirade – a desperate plea for validation and love. "I'm done with this shit! All the shit I do for you, and I'm not old lady material?!"

Jumping off my bike, I grabbed my gun from the waistband of my jeans, my movements swift and decisive. I aimed it at her, my finger on the trigger. This ends now.

"Lisa," I repeated, my tone equal parts command and warning. "Drop the fucking gun."

Her eyes met mine, a storm of hurt and betrayal swirling in their depths. For a moment, I glimpsed the woman I'd once known. But then something inside her snapped, and she raised her weapon to face me head-on.

"You gonna shoot me too, Corvus?" she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "You think you're so much better than me?"

Time seemed to slow as the air thickened with tension. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, drowning out all other sounds. It was then that Hammer stepped out of the shadows like a spectre of death. His gun raised, and he fired a single shot without hesitation.

Blood and brain matter sprayed through the air as Lisa's body crumpled to the grass. The echo of the gunshot rang in my ears, leaving a ringing silence in its wake. Trey emerged from the house, clutching his one-year-old son tight to his chest. His eyes met Hammer's as he murmured, "Thanks, mate."

I gave him a curt nod before yanking my phone from my pocket and dialling our police contact on speed dial. As it rang, I couldn't help but glance at Lisa's lifeless form. She was one of us… It felt wrong, but what choice did we have?

"Officer," I said when the call connected. "We need you here now. Club business." I rattled off the address, the urgency clear in my voice.

"Understood, VP. I'll be there as soon as possible," came the reply, crisp and professional. I hung up, knowing our man would take care of the situation. He always did.

"Talk to me, Trey," I demanded, my voice low and controlled. "What the fuck happened?"

"Man, I don't know," he replied, cradling his son protectively. "She showed up an hour ago, screaming like a banshee about being banned from the clubhouse and not being good enough to be my old lady. Kept asking what she needed to do to get my cut."

"Your cut?" I frowned, trying to make sense of her erratic behaviour.

"Yeah, like it was some kind of fucking prize." He shook his head, disgust etched on his face. "I told her she'd never be my old lady, and that I wish she hadn't trapped me into having this kid. She's just a whore, Corvus."

His words hung in the air, thick with tension. No wonder she snapped, I thought, my jaw clenching.

"Then what?" My voice was sharp, demanding answers.

"She pulled out a gun and started shooting at the door while I barricaded myself inside." Trey's eyes were haunted, the weight of the situation bearing down on him. "That's when I called you."

"Jesus Christ," I muttered, looking around at the destruction.

"Thanks for coming, Corvus," Trey said quietly, his voice cracking with emotion.

I took the crying baby from Trey, his tiny hands clutching at my cut as if he knew something terrible had happened. Walking inside, I held him close and started patting his back gently, trying to soothe him.

"Shh, it's okay now, buddy," I whispered to him, feeling a strange mix of anger and sadness wash over me. Damn, I hated this life sometimes.

As we entered the living room, I took a seat on the lounge, still cradling the child. My eyes scanned the bullet-riddled walls, doors, and even a shattered picture frame. What a fucking nightmare.

"Fuck me," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head at the destruction. Lisa's crazed antics had turned Trey's home into a war zone.

Still patting the baby's back, I felt his cries start to subside. He was finally calming down. That's when Trey handed me a bottle with a smirk plastered across his face. "You're pretty good at that, VP."

"Fuck off," I shot back, glaring at him.

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