Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
Grant
Lucas and I burst through the back door into the large viewing room as soon as we hear Isolde scream and the glass break from the skylight. Oliver and Alesso being caught has tied our hands a bit, but I know they can handle it.
At the first gunshots in the air, the room explodes into action. Alphas turn and complain about lost money, and I hit them in the face with my gun. While Lucas is strapped with weapons, he uses his brass knuckles to expend some anger.
Blood explodes from noses, jaws are broken, and I end it with a gunshot to the head. Together, we fight our way through the crowd. The men that the Senior Mafia Families sent fight all around us, and then my name is being yelled.
“I got it!” Lucas calls out, turning to find Oliver and Alesso. “I can handle myself.”
Fuck, I know he can because I taught him all he knows, but it’s still really difficult to leave him as I make a path toward the stage. Shaw is wide eyed at the corner of the raised stage, yet I don’t see Isolde with him.
I only know what happened so far because Oliver and Alesso projected to Lucas so I could see. My heart fucking hurts for my girl. She can kill whoever she wants, anything if it helps even a little.
Then, we’ll help her pick up the pieces afterward. I can’t stomach the fact that so many people came here to watch Isolde be raped to death. Every door was closed and chained quietly by Ophelia and her men which helps us, and the plan is for no one involved in this to escape alive.
I think she may have planned to kill everyone anyway after the event was over because she’s a bitch like that.
Climbing onto the stage, I look around at all the blood until I finally find Isolde. She’s screaming and crying as she hacks away at a body. He’s missing all kinds of pieces, and her eyes are glazed over.
“I can’t get to her,” Shaw says softly. “I think she’s been drugged, and with everything that just happened, I’m a fucking stranger. She needs you to pull her out.”
“Understood,” I say softly, taking a step through the slippery blood. “Did she kill all of them?”
There’s an arm with a gun nearby, the black clothing telling me it may have belonged to a guard.
“She did. A guard tried to come for her, and I shot him. Isolde hacked him up and then went for the naked fuck that she’s chopping up,” Shaw explains. “Are you sure you’ve got this?”
“Yeah. Oliver and Alesso seem to be detained by someone. I guess Ophelia made them,” I say. “No idea how, unless Lucas’ assistant was feeding her more information than we expected. With everything going on, I don’t know if they’re okay or not.”
“Fucking bitch,” he growls, facing the fight. “I see them. Damn, why does that girl look like someone I know?”
“Who?” I ask, my body insisting I move.
“Rock Dresmond and his kids,” he says, jumping off the stage without another word to begin fighting his way through the crowd.
The mafia men here are fucking crazy.
Ignoring the fighting, outside of making sure I’m not about to become cannon fodder, I begin moving toward my girl.
“Isolde,” I say softly, ready to jump out of the way if she decides to throw her weapon at me.
“Grant,” she mutters, picking up a knife to carve out an alpha’s eyes. He has blood stained blonde hair, and I recognize him from the images sent to me through Lucas.
“He’s dead, baby,” I say, taking another step forward. “If you want to make sure his sorry ghost is blind as well, please continue.”
Isolde stills as she gazes up at me, and I can see tear tracks staining her face.
“I… I have a really fucked up thing that I need you to do,” she says, beginning to crawl toward me.
While I’ve had several dreams of her doing this, blood has never been part of it. Neither has kidnapping and an attempted murder.
“I’m right here,” I say, moving closer to her and crouching down. “What do you need? Whatever it is, it’s yours.”
I don’t balk when she climbs into my lap covered in blood, and I stand to keep her out of the slip and slide of blood. No reason for more to get on her.
“I’m so fucking high,” Isolde breathes. “My skin hurts, everything is too bright…”
Realizing I’m underneath the lights, I hold her against me as I leave the stage and walk down the stairs. She wraps her legs around my waist, and without thinking pulls a gun from one of my holsters and shoots a guard in the head who is coming our way.
“We have some people helping us. Try not to kill them, Little Nightmare,” I say.
Isolde’s face crumples as she buries it in my neck, breathing me in.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispers.
“For what?” I gasp. “Isolde, we were betrayed by someone close to us. You have nothing to be sorry for. We should have been paying closer attention—”
“No, I’m sorry for what I need you to do,” she mumbles.
Her skin isn’t warm, but when she glances up, her pupils are blown so wide I almost can’t see any color.
“It’s not your heat,” I say, my hand laying flat on her skin. “You said you’re high. What did she give you?”
“Rohypnol and Molly,” she rasps. “I need you. My skin feels too tight, and I’m so fucking horny I’m losing my mind.”
“Baby,” I sigh. “I can’t. You just had—”
“I didn’t want them, I swear it,” she sobs, her body shuddering.
“No,” I growl, my bark pushing through the word. “Stop.”
Isolde looks shocked, and I take a deep breath.
“We aren’t going to victim blame,” I say. “I know that you didn’t want them, but I need to know that you understand what you’re asking. You could be bleeding somewhere.”
“I’m not, though…Back door activity is out of the question for a while,” she mutters. Isolde looks up as I growl, and I can’t help falling in love even more with her. There’s no one else like my omega. “Please.”
“Whatever you want,” I promise, moving her to lean against the wall. “Kill whatever comes this way, Little Nightmare.”
Her fingers move to unbuckle my pants, but they’re trembling too hard. Kissing her, I do it for her, whispering, “We’re rewriting your story, baby.”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “I need my marks back. She took them.”
I felt when Ophelia ripped our bonds away from us, and my soul still aches. It doesn’t matter that it was mere hours, I can’t imagine not having some part of Isolde live within me.
“I’m going to be in your head every goddamn day for the rest of your life,” I say, kissing her lips as she moans. “I’m going to be the mole on your ass, just so I can enjoy you sitting on me forever.”
Isolde giggles at my antics, though her fingers dig into my shoulders. I don’t know what this combination of drugs can do, but I can see that it’s mimicking the need of her heat. I hope someone had Ophelia out there, because I want her wrapped up in a bow for my girl.
I have Isolde, I tell Lucas. She’s high as a fucking kite on Molly and Rohypnol—
Your dick better be knot deep inside her, Lucas says angrily to me. That combination will make an omega insane. It’s worse than a heat. Her heart could explode, Grant. Take it easy, don’t let her get excited, but orgasms are the only way to come down from that.
Thanks for the green light, boss, I mumble. She’s got my gun, maybe you should keep people away from the area behind the stage.
I block out whatever else he says as I kiss my omega.
“Mine,” I snarl, pushing my pants down my hips.
“Yes, please,” she whines.
Isolde is so wet, I slide right into her cunt as I kiss her, following her lead.
“Dead men can’t hurt you,” I say, my hips pumping. “They can’t haunt or chase you. If they try, I’ll hold you until they’re gone.”
Isolde cries as her body rides every thrust, and I watch as she falls apart. Her slick covers my dick, and I kiss her again.
“I don’t want to feel them anymore,” she says. “Fuck them out of me.”
“Your wish is my command,” I promise.
I don’t even mind when she aims over my head and kills a man who ventured past the stage.
I know she’s got my six, just like I’ve got hers.
Oliver
“You need to help me get out of here,” the girl whines as she shoves the guns in her hands further into our spines. One wrong move could kill or paralyze us, but we are both sick of waiting.
Count off, Alesso snarls in my mind.
Break her wrist in the count of one…
One!
I follow Alesso’s lead as I turn around and grab the bitch’s wrist, twisting it until it breaks while disarming her.
Ophelia’s daughter screams and falls back to the ground like a toddler having a fit.
Her feet kick out as she shoves her body back along the ground, her clothes allowing her to slide.
“No you don’t,” I growl, grabbing Avery’s ankle.
Alesso and I fight with her, and he shoots her in the stomach with a snarl to get her to stop moving. Our hold is broken when a man falls back when he’s kicked, and the girl disappears as she slithers along the ground, crying out when someone kicks her.
Alesso and I attempt to catch her again, but she’s lost to the crowd.
“I hope she fucking bleeds out,” he rasps. “Let’s see if we can get to Isolde. Avery’s wrists are both broken and she has a bullet in her gut. Her chances of survival are minimal.”
Alesso is typically the calmer one of the two of us, but tonight has ruined any chance of caution. Kicking back one of the men beside us that’s fighting, he shoots him in the face. The gunshot escalates the violence all around us, and I hear one of our allies yell for death.
Yeah, I can get down with that.
My knuckles are split and bloodied as I fight next to Alesso. Our goal is to get to the stage, but the surge of bodies is pushing us away. I see Tommy, a huge Viking of a man with his blonde hair in a top knot push toward us, and he helps us tear a path through the crowd.
Breathing hard, I turn to thank him, but he’s already gone again.
“The crowd is thinning,” Alesso says, his gaze searching for something. “Absolutely not, you stupid fucking bitch!”
My eyes widen as he takes off, and I chase after him.