Chapter 23
Kit
Ireally had planned on waiting for Hush. Really. But then I saw Pixie walk past the window on her way to the kitchen and I saw red. The traitorous bitch had something to do with Hell going missing? No fucking way was I waiting around to confront her.
Stomping across the front lawn, I didn't bother being quiet as I made my way up the front steps of the house.
Anger was making me shake as I reached for the door knob.
It opened before I could touch it and Pixie stood there, staring up at me in shock.
She had a purse and keys in her hand, like she was planning on going somewhere.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" she snarled.
"Where is he?" I asked, shoving my way past her. "Hell?" I called out, looking around.
"Get out of my house," Pixie snapped. She shut the door, closing us inside her house.
"I'm only going to ask one more time," I told her. "Where is Hellfire?"
"How the fuck should I know?" Her eyes darted away from mine.
"Wow, Pixie. You really aren't very bright. His bike is in your fucking drive way. His phone led me here."
She swallowed, but didn't answer me.
"I swear to God I will beat the shit out of you if you don't tell me where he is."
"He's not here," she said with a shrug.
"Then why is his phone here? Why is his bike here?" I demanded.
"He left it here."
My brows shot up. "You expect me to believe that?"
"It's the truth," she snapped. "He left it here and took off."
"Bullshit! He wouldn't go anywhere without telling me."
"Maybe he wanted to go get some pussy without his annoying old lady breathing down his neck," she taunted.
Gritting my teeth, I tried to rein in my temper. She was just goading me and that wasn't going to help me think straight. I spun and started searching all the rooms in the one story house.
"Hey! You can't just barge in here-" She made the mistake of grabbing me. Just by the arm, but it was enough to snap that precarious hold I had on my fury.
Turning, I punched her in the face. She crumpled down to the ground after I felt a glorious crunch from the impact.
Following her down, I straddled her hips and wrapped my hands around her throat.
I squeezed hard enough to be a warning. Her green eyes widened in shock and fear.
"Tell me where he is, Pixie, or this is going to end badly for you. I'm not messing around."
"He's not here," she wheezed.
"Where is he?"
She shook her head.
I tightened my grip and watched as she started turning red. "Tell me!"
"You'll have to kill me," she gasped out. "Because I don't know where they were taking him."
My heart stopped beating. "What do you mean? Who took him? Who is they?"
"The Italians," she said with a cough. "If you don't want the same thing happening to you, I suggest you get off me and get out of here."
I stared down at her, my hands relaxing their hold. "You sold him out?" I asked in disbelief.
She shrugged, looking smug. "What if I did?"
"He's your cousin."
"He's an asshole. He never wanted me around. None of my dad's family did. They all thought they were too good for me. He deserves what he gets."
How had we not seen the anger and spitefulness in her?
Maybe Hell had. Maybe that was part of the reason he never liked her.
I never would have thought she'd do something like this to him.
I was so shocked, so devastated to learn Hellfire was with our enemies, that I didn't notice Pixie reaching for something.
We were inside the master bedroom, and she had shit strewn everywhere.
Before I could react, she smashed something into the side of my head.
White starbursts exploded in front of my eyes as I was knocked backward.
My hands went to my head and I felt blood trickling down my face.
Pain throbbed inside my head. Pixie scrambled out from under me and bolted out the door.
My vision was blurred, my head pounding.
I couldn't think straight. Shaking my head to try to clear it, I surged to my feet, slamming into the wall as I tried to steady myself.
I gave chase and caught up to her in the kitchen.
We went down in a tangle of limbs as I tackled her.
I was much bigger than she was, but she was mean.
She kept biting and scratching at me. I wasn't sure what I was doing other than preventing her from running away.
The guys would be able to deal with her, and could get information from her.
White hot pain rocketed through my body, causing me to gasp and look down.
Pixie had a maniacal smile on her face. A kitchen knife was protruding from my abdomen.
"You crazy bitch," I whispered, unsure of what to do.
The pain was radiating outward and I was afraid I was going to pass out.
I punched her again, but my vision was wavering and my fist only clipped her cheek before sliding off and hitting the floor beside her head.
The pain of my knuckles crashing into tile didn't even register.
Somehow, Pixie managed to buck me off her. I laid there on the floor, breathing through the pain and watched as she grabbed a second knife from the butcher block. She advanced on me with murder in her eyes.
"You're going to die," she told me in a low voice. "Just like my cousin. He's probably being tortured as we speak.
I tried to move, but my body wasn't cooperating. My vision was fading in and out. "Why?" I gasped out.
"Because you're all fucking bitches. You don't deserve any of these men. They're mine." She raised the knife over her head. She misunderstood me.
I didn't care why she wanted to kill me. I only cared why she would do this to Hellfire. He was a good man. A worthy man. He didn't deserve to have this poisonous little bitch as his cousin. Didn't deserve to be going through pain right now because of her.
I leaned to the side, reaching my hand behind to my back.
Grabbing my gun, I raised it and watched the horror flood her face.
That knife was already starting its downward arc.
It was me or her, and by God it wasn't going to be me.
She'd already caused our family enough grief.
My vision was fading. Blackness was swallowing me whole, but I had business to take care of before I passed out.
My trigger pull was smooth, my dad's voice in my mind, telling me not to jerk it.
The sound of gunfire was like a distant echo, not nearly as loud as it should have been.
The gun bucked in my hand, but I managed to hang onto it despite the numbness in my fingers.
It bucked three more times before she fell, the knife she had held clattering across the tile.
The front door burst open and I saw Hush's worried face.
"Fuck! Kit!" He stopped long enough to kick the knife further from Pixie's grasp. He pressed two fingers to her neck.
"Is she dead?" I gasped.
"Yeah, Kit, she is." He knelt down next to me and pulled me into his lap.
I stared up into his eyes. "The Italians have Hellfire. You have to let Lockout know." That was all I was able to gasp out before I passed out in Hush's arms.