Page 34 of All's Fair in Love & Chaos
Fate is cruel.
Chapter Twelve
CAMDEN
The loud rumble of bikes startles us from sleep. Saige quickly jerksupright, wincing as her wrist pulls hard against the metal of the cuff. I’m out of bed and grabbing my gun, my jeans yanked up, and boots on before I can even blink.
“Camden!” she hisses. “Is that?” Glass explodes a moment later, the same time engines are cut and gunfire rains down. We’re being hit. I look at Saige for a split second before cocking my gun.
“Gunfire? Yeah. I’ll be back.”
“Let me out! Camden! You can’t leave me in here like this! I could fucking die with no way to defend myself! Fucking uncuff me!” Her words cause me to pause; I wouldn’t survive if something happened to her. But I also can’t let her out. She’ll run. I fucking know she’ll run the first chance she gets, especially after last night. “I am not some damsel in distress! I can take care ofmyself!”
Even though I know she’s right, I can’t risk her leaving. She’ll use it to her advantage and run. My heart is pulled in two places, but I have to get out there with my men.She’ll be safe in here.
I slam the door behind me, racing down the hall with my gun pointed in front of me. Men pour out of bedrooms, half-dressed, with their guns ready to go. Then there’s another blast, this one closer, the front door blowing open on its hinges. Figures pour into our clubhouse, leather cuts over hoodies, faces half-covered. I don’t even need to see the patch. Widowmakers. The same pieces of shit that took out the presidents in Oakhaven.
“Incoming!” I roar, working with Sin and Malice to flip the pool table in front of us. Glass shatters around us, smoke bombs filling the air and making visibility low.
Then all hell breaks loose.
A bloodcurdling scream bellows out from somewhere to my right, and then I see him, wearing a pair of low-slung jeans, barefoot, with nothing but his cut. Malice wields a machete, slashing down a Widowmaker in his path. Sin and I join the fight, firing our guns into the assholes that think they can come into our house and take over. It’s not gonna fucking happen.
“You made fucking mistakes today, assholes!” I yell as I fire a shot into the center of one man’s head. He drops to the ground in a heap of muscle and bones, and I stomp over him to get to one of his brothers. Malice continues to scream, a battle cry that catches everyone around him off guard, giving him the advantage.
I unload my clip, then duck behind the bar to grab the hidden guns stashed there, my heart slamming in my chest, adrenaline hot in my veins. Boots thud across the floorboards in front of me, my hands gripping my weapon with a steadiness that comes from years of dealing with this shit.
I pop up, catching a Widowmaker point-blank in the chest. He folds like a falling deck of cards to the ground in a heap, his body thudding with a sick smack. Smoke and gunpowder fill the air around me, thick and choking.
To my right, Wrath has a Widowmaker pinned against the wall, pummeling him with his bare hands like a heavy bag. Behind him, Malice swings his machete through the air like a goddamn Viking, his teeth bared, blood soaking his naked torso and face.
And then I feel it, an innate vibration in my body that I haven’t felt in a long-ass time, an emotion I’ve pushed down to never feel again since Lucas was taken from me. It grips me in its claws, digging in deep, nearly ripping the air from my lungs.
Fear.
I barely process that my body is moving in her direction. Glass rains down from next to me as another window is shattered, and two men try to climb through into the kitchen. I fire twice, putting bullets in their skulls, their bodies hanging lifeless over the frame. I move on instinct alone, my boots stomping up the stairs, taking three at a time. My blood turns to ice as I register Saige’s scream from down the hallway.
When I round the corner, I see the door to my bedroom cracked open, grunts and muffled noises coming from inside the room.I hold my gun out in front of me with shaky hands as I kick open the door the rest of the way, the heavy woodbouncing at the hinges. The scene in front of me is one no one should ever witness in their lifetime.
Saige’s legs are wrapped around a man’s neck, his pants around his thighs. She twists hard as her fingers dig into his eye socket, and an audible pop echoes through the room as she breaks his neck and finally releases her hold on him, his body falling limply between her and the bed. I stand there in horror, in amazement.
“You just gonna stand there?” she says as she tries to disentangle him from her legs, kicking his limp body off my bed. I rush to her side, finding her cheek already blooming from a hit she took, her lip busted open, blood smeared across her chin. Rage builds inside me that someone hurt her, but pride swells that she took care of herself. My hands thread into the tangled strands of her hair, lifting her face to look at her closely.
“You’re fucking amazing, vixen.”
“Then let me fucking go so I can help.”
I know she’s right. She can handle herself. She’s a queen. My queen. If I can get her to forgive me. But I know I can’t leave her in here, not to chance her fate again. I rip the chain from my neck, putting it into the lock, but waiting to turn it.
“I’m trusting you. I don’t fucking trust anyone.”
Her eyes gloss over as she purses her lips, giving me a single nod. Gunfire is all around us, and I know it’s now or never. I have to get back out there; my brothers need me. My club needs me. My home.
The click of the lock is audible as she pulls her wrist free. She’s out of bed and yanking on her boots from the closet, where she saw me store them. I reload my gun, smacking ina new clip, then pull two from under the bed, slipping one into the waistband of my jeans, and handing the other to Saige. She holds it in front of her like she’s done it a million times and it’s sexy as hell, even under the dire circumstances.
“Let’s go.”
With Saige by my side, we leave my bedroom, and pure mayhem is unfolding. We move together well, pushing through the smoke, the bodies that litter the floor. She moves like a fucking assassin, like she’s done this a thousand goddamn times, and it’s second nature to her.
