Page 73 of Crush's Fall

Giggling, Halo grabbed a few more crackers from the box and winced. As she wrapped her free arm around her waist, Lucifer understood the wince and felt bad for making her laugh, since her ribs were probably reminding her that laughing wasn’t a good idea yet.

Crush

Using her grip on Patrick’s neck, Crush lifted him off the ground, turned, and slammed him onto his back on the floor. A loud crack sounded as his head hit the linoleum. It was a beautiful sound, in Crush’s opinion. As he moaned and rolled on the floor, Crush pulled her leg back and kicked him in the gut.

“Bet you hurt her ribs,” Crush said, almost conversationally.

“They always go for the ribs,” Pumps commented, sounding bored.

Pinky crouched down by Patrick’s head and grabbed a handful of his hair. Forcing him to look at her, she bit out, “She’s our baby sister. You picked the wrong one to fuck with.” She pulled her other hand back and swung forward, striking him on the cheek in the same place Halo had been bleeding. When his skin didn’t break, she released a claw and dug into the flesh of his cheek, sliding it down, creating the same wound.

As soon as he saw the claw, Patrick panicked and tried to get away, but Crush, Kisy, and Pumps held him down while Pinky did her thing. His screams didn’t faze any of them as he cried and begged for mercy. Too bad none of them were namedMercy.

Crush searched herself for any signs of empathy or regret, but all she found was a blood-thirsty tiger, pride in her club, and loyalty to her sisters.

“Get him up,” Crush ordered and stepped back as Pinky and Pumps grabbed him by his armpits and hoisted him up. Kitty swung first, catching him in the jaw, precisely in the place where the first bruise was that he had given Halo weeks ago. Kisy was next, giving him a jab to his left eye. Pumps continued to hold him as Pinky punched him hard in the chest, making sure to catch a few ribs.

After taking turns throwing a few more punches, making sure to connect with his other eye and his nose, one of the girls kicking him good and hard in the dick, Crush wrapped her fingers around his neck again and squeezed as she stepped in close. Unleashing her claws, she stared into his scared blue eyes and stabbed those claws into his gut. As he began to scream again, she put her mouth close to his ear. “I’m feeling charitable. I feel the need to make sure youneverget the opportunity to take your inferiority out on another woman.” She pulled her claws out of his gut and moved her hand down.

Gripping his balls, she didn’t give two shits that her claws were digging into sensitive places. She squeezed with all of her might and watched his eyes roll back in his head as he screamed when she felt one detach, followed by an immediate burst of blood. For good measure, she crushed it like a grape and let out a low snicker when his screaming only ended when he passed out. As his body slumped in her grip, Crush smiled. She let go and watched his body drop to the floor. After turning on her heel, she walked over to his kitchen sink, twisted the knobs of the faucet, and wet her hands and claws. She looked for soap or dish soap but found nothing. Scoffing with disgust, she did her best to scrub the blood and skin from her claws.

Once done, she dried them on her jeans as she watched Nails reenter the room, screwing a silencer on the end of her gun.

“My turn?” Nails looked giddy at the prospect.

“Have at it but wake him first. Make sure he knowsexactlywho ends him,” Crush replied and headed for the back door, “then scour the house for anything worth anything while you clean up. I’m going to check on Halo.”

“I’ll stay and make sure everything is taken care of,” Pinky commented.

Crush gave a nod and stepped outside, sending a text to the rest of the members.

Crush : Dinner is cooked. Head home.

Taking a deep breath, she felt her tiger purr at the thought that they avenged their baby sister.

As she crossed the backyard, heading for her bike, she grinned. “And the town was worried about the Howlers,” she uttered to Nova and Raven.

Nova snorted a laugh. “Let them think the Howlers are the real danger.”

Raven put on a sweet, innocent facade and cooed, “We’re just weak women, emotional and innocent.”

As they all laughed, they climbed on their bikes and took off.

Adrenaline and the rush of satisfaction from avenging her sister was running through her veins as Crush stormed into the clubhouse. When she entered the main room, she was surprised to see Lucifer sitting on top of the pool table with Halo. Her surprise was quickly replaced with relief when Halo quietly chuckled at something Lucifer was saying.

Watching the two of them interact had Crush overwhelmed with gratitude for Lucifer. Even though part of her was still scared shitless, he would try to take power in their relationship, she was finding that he didn’t just give her the sexual release she knew he would. He gave herso much more. He was supportive in ways she didn’t expect, like taking care of her sister when she wasn’t there to do it.

She didn’t think he could be sexier than when he was inside of her, but the proof that he could be was staring her in the face.

Approaching the pool table, her gaze met Halo’s, and she lifted her hand to check Halo’s temperature. “You okay?”

Halo nodded but winced. “Yeah. Concussion, bruised ribs, bumps, bruises, stitches in my cheek… ya know… just another day.”

Crush smiled. Halo was a tiny woman and a full human, but she was tougher than most men Crush knew. “Piece of cake.” Her smile faded. “Gonna have Ginger take care of you when she gets back, though.”

“I figured,” Halo said on a sigh.

Moving her gaze to Lucifer, Crush took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. When her gut was telling her to hold back, her tiger was pushing her forward, and Crush decided to ignore her gut and focus on giving Lucifer what he deserved. Her fear and hesitance would be a detriment to their relationship if she didn’t learn to give a little. With that in mind, she bent forward and pressed her lips to his.

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