FORTY-TWO
Nyx
This is no sneak attack. Our entourage of vehicles crossing the border into Tytan, where the South Crew resides, is anything but inconspicuous.
We're not a bunch of fucking pussies like people seem to think we are.
Yes, we are our father's sons, but we are nothing like those greedy, power-hungry assholes.
Of course, we want power, but not so we can throw our weight around.
We want to keep motherfuckers like Pike out of our town.
Unlike us Heirs who own the town of Nyte, Pike doesn't own Tytan, but I bet he wishes he did.
However, he runs the South side, and the Blackwood family leaves him alone in exchange.
The Blackwoods, which consists of two brothers and a cousin, own Tytan, like we do Nyte. We have an understanding that we won't fuck with them if they don't fuck with us, and it's worked so far.
Adrik called and talked to Byron Blackwood earlier, informing him that we would be visiting the South side.
We're respectful like that, but as for Pike, we didn't tell him shit.
We just roll right up to his piece of shit strip club that he loves to hang out at, or so we're told by Byron, and walk through the front doors.
No one expects us to be coming to stir up shit since we have the guts to walk right up to him. Our men wait outside until we give them the signal, but first, I want a few words with this motherfucker.
We find Pike sitting in a booth at the back of the club, a stripper riding his cock, and another one licking and sucking on his ball sack. When we stop and stare at him, the motherfucker smirks .
"Gentlemen! What can I do for you today? Did you come to hang out since you can no longer do so at your club?”
"Cut the shit, Pike! You know precisely why we're here," I sneer.
Ignoring my comment, Pike goes on to say, "It's a shame that someone would do such a despicable thing. I hope nobody was hurt." Pike sits on the booth bench, his arms outstretched and resting on the back. He wears a smug look as he drags his eyes over each of us.
Suddenly, our little devil shimmies her way between Cray and Adrik, and I notice the drug lord's smugness falter. It's the typical response whenever Amara walks into the room.
"Oh, well, that looks like fun!" Mara muses. "Can I partake in the oral event?"
Our little devil is dressed to kill—literally.
Her outfit doesn't leave room for imagination.
As usual, her attire consists of skintight leather pants and a top that looks like the straps will burst at any moment.
Her tits are practically falling out where the top V s down to the middle of her stomach.
Her Glock is secured to its holster, wrapped around her right thigh.
Nobody thinks she'd be fast enough to pull it out in time, but they don't know our girl.
That would be her last resort, anyway. Mara loves her little knives and ninja stars that are well hidden within her barely-there clothing.
Her stilettos, themselves, are a deadly weapon, which she's used more times than not.
"Sure, sugar," Pike answers Mara. "There's plenty of room for you."
The fucker bites his bottom lip as he peruses our little devil. Mara, being who she is, sits down beside Pike and pulls out her fucking tits. She yanks the female's arm who is riding him and pulls her off Pike's dick.
"I have something you can suck on, honey."
I never take my eyes off the drug lord as he snickers and his attention follows his stripper's mouth as she latches onto Amara's nipple.
I could kill him right now while he's distracted, but I promised my little lamb that I would try to bring him back to the warehouse so we could play together again.
It was the only way I could get her to agree to stay behind.
Well, that and the fact that I fucked her into a coma before we left.
I can still smell her pussy on my mustache and beard. My cock isn't happy with me at the moment because it would rather be embedded inside our sweet cunt. Instead, we have to be here, dealing with these fucks .
"Okay, okay. I see how it is—you want my sloppy seconds." Pike chuckles.
Our little devil glances downward before cocking her brow back up at the smug asshole. "Honey, it's only sloppy seconds when there's something there to work with the first time around."
I look to my right when I hear a muffled snicker and see Cray covering his mouth. The corner of my lips kicks up slightly, but that's all the amusement I show before returning to our girl and the dead man walking.
Anger appears on Pike's face, and my guard goes up.
He looks at the woman still sucking on Mara's tit, grabs her hair, and yanks her back.
I think he's expecting to get a scream from our little devil, but he's sorely mistaken.
Amara thrives on pain, and if the wicked grin on her face isn't any indication, then I don't know what is.
"Fuck yes! Do that again with the other one; my girl is feeling left out," Mara states, pulling the woman back to her other nipple.
"You're a fucking crazy bitch." Pike frowns.
"I believe Saraya refers to me as psycho, but I guess crazy bitch works, too." Mara holds her breast towards the woman's mouth, waiting, but the stripper stalls, looking back and forth between her employer and the crazy woman.
I notice the look that crosses the drug lord's face at the mention of my little lamb's name, and I don't like it one bit. He's pissed about the situation, but I don't give a flying shit.
"Enough!" my voice echoes throughout the area as I tire of the bullshit.
Mara continues grinning, knowing that shit's about to get fucked up, while Pike turns his anger on me.
"This is my fucking club," he barks as he shoves the other woman off his dick. "You don't get to come in here and make demands."
I pull on the cuffs of my jacket, already bored of this conversation.
"I'll have to disagree with you there. Little devil, will you explain to your new little friend precisely why I have the right to come here making demands."
"Oh, it will be my pleasure, Nyx."
And in the blink of an eye, Mara is straddling Pike's lap with her razor-edged knife to his throat. Of course, his men jump to surround us, but he raises his hand to stop them as he smirks. Dumbass move, dickhead.
"It's okay," Pike states, staring at Mara. "The Heirs are smart men. They know that being outnumbered won't work too well in their favor. "
"Is that right?" our girl asks before leaning into him and dragging her tongue from his chin up the right side of his face. "You tried to kill one of our own while bombing the club, you naughty, naughty boy. Do you know what happens when you're naughty?"
Pike subtly shakes his head. Mara has the asshole getting all hard again talking seductively like she is. She looks over her shoulder at his hardness pressed against her ass and smirks. Licking her lips, she gives the drug lord her attention again as she states, "We punish bad boys and girls."
I wince as she swiftly brings the knife around and slices off a few layers of the tip of his cock before placing the knife at his throat again. "And who says we're outnumbered?"
I can no longer see Mara's face from where I stand, but I can see Pike's.
The realization of what Mara just did is slow to take hold and the smirk he had on his face ever so slowly disintegrates before he finally cries out in pain.
With the knife flush against his throat, he can't move his head, but his eyes move wildly around, looking for what—help or danger—I don't know.
The club's music turns off, and everyone goes silent.
You can hear a pin drop by how quiet it is.
I look to my three friends, and they return the gesture.
Adrik, being the one who's always up for anything and gets off on fucking shit up, shrugs.
Cray gives me his mischievous smile, while Zilas shows no emotion, telling me he's in the zone and ready to go.
"Little devil. You remember what we talked about before we got here," I remind her, but it's more for Pike's sake.
"Yeah, yeah, no killing the South Crew drug lord…"
Pike visibly relaxes, thinking that things are going to be okay. I'm about to rid him of those thoughts with what I'm about to say.
"That's a good girl. My little lamb will be very pissed off if we don't bring him back with us like we said we would. Saraya has plans for him, and I'm dying to know what they are."
Pike scoffs. "I'm not going anywhere with you assholes!"
"Oh, you say that like you have a choice, sugar. I think it's time you go nighty-night," Mara states.
"What the—"
In a two-way action technique, our little devil is quick as she hits Pike just under his jaw, striking in and then back. It causes a neurological knockout that will have him out for the count for a bit. It's enough for her to secure him while we clean house .
Amara's little stunt sets everything in motion.
Our men swarm into the club, taking security and Pike's minions by surprise.
I pull my Glock out at the same time my friends pull theirs out.
I'm not sure who shoots first, but a barrage of bullets erupts, flying everywhere.
Dancers and patrons take cover, and some chance running out of the club.
Taking hold of the table in Pike's section, I flip it on its side so we can use it to shield us. Saraya will kick my ass if I get shot again, and I'd rather be here while the place is getting shot up than deal with my little lamb's wrath.
Adrik's beside me with a broad grin on his face; he lives for this shit, the crazy bastard.
I shake my head, then peek out from the side of the table and raise my gun.
Amara is still securing the drug lord, so she's not quite shielded.
Ensuring that she remains unharmed, I look over the area and notice a lone gunman lifting his weapon to point it in our direction.
I don't think twice as I pull the trigger, unloading bullet after bullet into his chest.
I prefer an old-school fistfight, but everything is about guns and knives these days.
Fuckers hide behind weapons instead of being real men and using their fists.
Using my fists is where my adrenaline spikes; Amara is the same way.
I can say with one hundred percent certainty that our little devil is just as deadly in hand-to-hand combat as she is with her Glock, knife, or stars.
Once all firing ceases and the club is quiet again, I push the table onto its top and stand. The carnage isn't as bad as I thought it would be, but Pike's men are all dead. One of our men is holding his arm while another limps around, but all are accounted for.
"Arlo, Tucker… take Pike and secure him in the van, will you?"
"Yes, Boss," they say simultaneously and come over to grab him and haul the drug lord away.
"Well, I guess that's it, then," Mara says, standing with her hands on her hips as she looks over the room.
I face her and grin. "Not until Raya gets her justice."
"Oh, right…" Mara grins wickedly. "Whatever could your little lamb have up her sleeve?"
"I don't really know," I tell her as I throw my arm around her shoulders and turn us in the direction of the front entrance. "How about we hurry and get back, so we can find out? "
A moan comes from behind the bar as we pass it. I nod at Cray, and he jumps over the top, landing on the other side.
"Oh, looks like this is our lucky day!" Cray bends over and pulls a body off the floor.
He drags the guy around the bar and brings him over. Adrik and Zilas chuckle before I get a good look at the guy. I don't have to wait long because Cray spins the fucker around, and I stare into the eyes of my little lamb's attempted murderer.
I laugh cynically, then say, "It looks like Raya will be thanking me extra tonight."