39. Chapter 39
Chapter 39
Lucas
I mages of Freya and my brothers flash in my mind.
Watching Freya come apart below me, the way her dark-pink lips part and a soft moan falls from her lips.
We’ve been through so much heartache together, and there’s no way I’m leaving this world now.
Even after she broke my heart and took my mother from me, I couldn’t walk away from her.
I choose Freya, to be by her side through everything life throws at us.
I won’t allow someone else to force us apart again.
I’ll fight until my dying breath—for her, for them, and for us.
Sure, I don’t believe in happily ever after, like in those stories I read to my sister when we were kids, but I do believe in forever with them.
So that’s what I’ll fight for.
The blade of Bear’s knife digs into my neck.
Warm blood trickles down my skin, and I decide his too-white teeth need knocking out.
“You really want to be a bitch and win this fight without giving me a chance?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.
Bear’s eyes narrow into slits before his tongue slides between his lips.
“You’re a smart little pup, aren’t you?” he teases, pulling the knife back slightly.
“You want a treat for being a good boy?”
I hold back my smart-ass reply before nodding.
I’ll play his game, if it means giving me a chance to get out of here alive.
“Woof like a good boy for me, pup,” Bear says.
I bite into my bottom lip, shaking my head.
No way in hell I’m doing that.
He smirks.
“No treat for you, then.” He hums a tune, closing his eyes, and I take my chance.
I buck my hips.
Bear loses his balance, falling sideways.
He sits on the floor with a thud, and I jump up and ease backward.
Bear laughs, getting to his feet, the knife in his hand.
“Fuck, I think I love you, my naughty little pup,” he says, and I roll my eyes.
“Drop the knife and fight me like a man.”
Bear brings the blade to his bottom lip, watching me closely, and I’m ready to bolt.
My gaze shifts to the exit, and Bear follows my line of sight before dropping the knife on the floor between us.
“On the count of three, the first one to get the knife wins. Then it’s a battle to the death. May the best dog win,” Bear says, and before he starts to count, I move.
Fuck him and his games.
I’m taking charge.
I jump forward, grabbing the knife.
As I grip the leather handle, Bear’s blood stains the blade from earlier.
“Naughty little pup. Such a bad, bad boy.” Bear purses his lips together.
“You’re my new favorite. Wanna fuck?” Then he grins.
I charge at him.
He doesn’t move as the knife plunges into the side of his stomach.
He doesn’t fight or show any emotion.
He just watches me.
And then his eyes turn from bright green to dark in one blink.
Bear shoves me hard, and I stumble, falling on my ass.
The knife is still imbedded in his stomach, blood oozing out, painting his white T-shirt red.
He pulls out the knife without even an ounce of pain evident on his face.
He brings the blade to his lips and licks off the blood, his eyes rolling closed.
I need to move now, but I can’t.
I’m stuck to the floor, watching this lunatic taste his own blood like it’s a drug.
His eyes glaze over.
“You just stabbed me, and I still want to shove my dick in your ass.”
“You are batshit crazy,” I say, getting to my feet.
Bear drops the knife over his back, and it lands on the floor with a clink .
He pulls his T-shirt over his head and drops it at his feet.
Blood gushes out from his side, and at this point, I’m wondering how he’s still standing.
Is he even human?
“I may be crazy, but you’re still my little bitch. Wanna come lick Daddy’s wounds, pup?”
He stands between me and the exit, and his gaze is locked on mine.
But I need to get out of here—now.
I’m done with him.
“I’m outta here,” I say and head straight for Bear.
He doesn’t move.
“What? You going to see your little girlfriend who killed your parents? You’d rather her over me?” Bear snorts.
“Such a sad wittle puppy.”
I jab my shoulder into his, and before I take my next step, his arm whips out, gripping me around the throat, cutting off my air.
He pushes me backward until my back hits the wall.
Pain shoots through my spine, but I keep a neutral expression.
“You’ve made Daddy very sad. Choosing her over me,” he says, and white-hot rage pulses through me.
I’m so done.
I push into his grip, wriggling to try to free myself, cutting off even more of my own air supply in the process.
Bear punches me in the eye, and my head snaps sideways.
I can’t breathe.
I manage to use the last piece of energy I have left to push my fingers into Bear’s wound.
His grip loosens, and I take that moment to pull free, dodging his arm aiming for me, and I run.
I run without looking back.
My breath wheezes through my throat as I rush through the door.
“This isn’t the end. I’ll come find you!” Bear yells, his voice following me outside.
Kai and Zion are nowhere to be seen, so I bolt, placing one foot in front of the other until I’m well over the tracks, and I come to a stop in front of our neighborhood gates.
The sun’s setting and it’ll be dark soon.
I brace my hands on my knees, catching my breath.
My lungs burn hot, and not enough oxygen is getting through me.
One of my eyes is swollen shut.
The gate opens, and I look up.
Amirah’s pink Bentley stops in front of me and the passenger door opens.
“What the fuck happened to you?” she asks from the driver’s seat, eyeing me up and down.
“Long story. Where are they?”
“Get in,” Amirah snaps, and I jump in.
Before I even shut my door, she shoots off.
“Dominic has Freya, the guys are there, and shit’s fucked up,” Amirah explains.
Fuck.
We can’t get to them quick enough.
I didn’t go through all this shit to lose them.
Amirah pulls up out the front of Freya’s old house and gets out.
“Go back home, Amirah. I’ve got it from here. The first lady of The Brotherhood can’t be out on the streets unprotected. Shit’s about to explode, and you can’t be in the middle of it.”
Amirah shakes her head.
“No.”
I round the car, then push her back into the front seat.
“Go the fuck home. Now!” I growl, and she huffs but doesn’t fight me.
I never get angry at her or raise my voice, but we can’t have her out here.
I have no idea what I’m about to walk into and can’t look after her too.
She drives off, and I roll my shoulders back.
Cars arrive.
Our men storm out, covering the streets.
It’s time to find my woman and my brothers.