Chapter 44
Chapter forty-four
Isla
‘He’s a dead man walking and so is she,’ I spit as I storm down the tunnel following the stupid light at the end of it.
I bet all those sayings never meant the light at the end of the tunnel would be the father of your child and the woman he left you for did it.
‘Ohhhh, she’s going to fuck some shit up!’ Luna cheerily skips beside me.
‘That’s what I’m worried about,’ I hear Fauna add.
Elizabeth is silent as she moves ahead. Her head looks side to side as she vigilantly scans our surroundings. ‘Three figures ahead.’
We’d killed a few on our way down here. They weren’t much of a challenge, more of an underwhelming nuisance if anything. Whoever this group is, they aren’t used to being challenged.
‘Is he there?’
She nods. ‘Four including him. He’s… in a chair.’
There is a hesitancy to her voice and I try to look around her to see what has caused it.
True to Liz’s words, three people stand in the light: two men and a woman.
I grit my teeth at the sight of her and before I can think of what I’m doing or the danger I’m obviously putting myself in, I storm directly at her, grip the bitch by the collar of her stupid blue shirt and bury my fist in her face.
I grin as I hear the satisfying crunch of her nose breaking.
People are shouting but I couldn’t give a fuck. All I care about is hearing more bones breaking.
I swing but someone grips my wrist, ‘Isla. I don’t think she’s his other girl.’
Ready to argue someone forces my face to look at the figure sat — no tied to a chair.
I take in Liam’s bloodied appearance, his mask wet with what I know is blood. The usually white boning of the skull smeared crimson.
Like a freshly boiled kettle, I turn back to the bitch with a new level of rage. ‘What the fuck did you do to my man!’
Then my fists are flying with a different sort of vengeance.
Two of the girls wrestle me off of the bloody pulp now lying on the floor and I am met with two other dickheads.
‘What the fuck is going on?’ I demand.
‘Well, you’ve got anger issues.’ The younger of the two snarks and Liz returns his jab with an arrow to his knee.
He roars in pain and it only pisses me off. ‘I asked you a question.’
He spits at my slippers.
I nod to Liz to end him.
The man next to him flinches as an arrow shoots straight through the other guy's eye socket.
‘Well?’ I cross my arms, waiting for his explanation.
He doesn’t give one. Ignoring me, his eyes shamelessly rake over my bump.
‘Are these the whores you get to fuck?’ He asks, looking over at Liam.
I scowl but Liam isn’t looking at me. No, his expression is entirely fixed on this asshole.
‘I gotta get me some of this. Never fucked a preg—’
Liam strikes, his body a blur of motion as two large hands snake around the assholes mouth, catching it open as his words are cut off mid-sentence. Liam stands looming behind him, biceps bulging as he brings them up and out.
‘Holy shit, is he…’
‘Fuckk.’
We all stand still, watching as Liam, my monster. My man, rips this assholes jaw open with his bare hands.
The guys' screams echo down the tunnel and it wouldn’t surprise me if they reach those back at the stadium, they are that harrowing.
‘That’s fucked up.’ Luna says, taking in the gory scene.
‘Don’t you ever speak about my queen.’ I almost don’t recognise his voice, the fury overtaking his usual softness.
Liam’s arms shake as he puts one last bout of effort into pulling. It pays off and the bottom of the guys jaw completely tears off. Liam drops his traumatised body to the floor and stands there panting, covered in blood and holding a severed jaw in his hand.
Fuck that’s hot.
I’m definitely a psychopath because this should not be doing it for me right now but I mean who wouldn’t be dropping their panties for a guy that stands up for his girl like that?
‘And I get called a psycho for pulling one little knife.’
I chuckle at Luna’s grumbling.
My man is definitely a psycho. No questions about that one but fuck do I love it when he acts like one.
Liam slips his mask back off his head and I take in his sweaty features. A bruise is blooming on his cheek and his eyebrow is cut, a small trail of blood streaming down from it.
‘Hey baby,’ he smiles with blood-coated teeth.
Holy shit, talk about sexy.
I’m about to respond, mesmerised by his hotness but I shake out of it.
Angry, Isla. You're angry with him. Don’t let a blood-covered psychopath mesmerise you into forgetting that you're pissed off with him.
‘Don’t you baby me.’ I point and his smile falters, eyes widening. ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’
‘I well…’
‘I… I…’ I mimic. ‘I’ll tell you what! You’re an idiot who almost gave your girlfriend a …’ I flail my arms around. ‘I don’t know what but I’m fucking pissed at you, Liam.’
He bites his bottom lip, dropping the jaw on the floor with a splat and in two big steps he’s holding me in his arms.
‘I love you so much, you incredible woman.’ Then he kisses me and… why was I angry again?
His tongue seeks mine out, and the taste of his blood is borderline sinful on my lips as I get lost in my man.
‘His… girlfriend? But he…’ A croaked voice draws me back to reality and why I’m royally pissed off.
Drawing back, I slap the mother fucker. ‘And who is she?’
I point at the bloodied face that I was just using as a punching.
‘God, I love it when you’re fiery.’
He leans in to kiss me again and I push at the big fuckers chest. ‘No, no, no. Who. The fuck. Is she!’
‘A scientist.’
‘A… scientist,’ I repeat.
‘Yes,’ he nods. Apparently finished with the explanations and wanting to suck my face again.
‘Why are you down here?’ I point a look around. ‘With a scientist?’
‘He wanted supplies.’ The woman answers for Liam, and despite my not quite liking her finishing for him, I rein in my anger to listen. ‘He wanted equipment for a birth.’
Look at the monster in front of me, eyes wide.
Now the fucker looks sheepish.
‘What is she on about?’
‘Kind of a long story, baby.’
‘I have time.’
‘And a lot of miscommunication.’ He adds.
‘Ummhmm,’ I can see how that largely factors in to all of this. ‘Explain before I kill her.’