Mayhem (Deathstalkers MC #5)(61)
Lucy catches the egg with a deftness I hadn't expected and immediately launches it back at me. Within seconds, it's all-out war, and ingredients, raw and baked, are flying around the room. When Lucy sneaks up behind Izzy and dumps the whole batch of icing over her head, she screams, and one of the brothers comes running, slipping on something and skating across the floor, colliding with Lucy and sending them both crashing to the floor. The room falls silent. Then Izzy starts laughing and throws each of us a kitchen towel. It was a short reprieve, but a fun one.
A huge crash makes us all jump and my eyes go to the brother on the floor. The door to the kitchen bursts open and the other brothers and a couple of the prospects fly in. "Everyone get in a room and lock the goddamn doors!" one of them shouts, and the girls and I all race up to Nikki's room, all memories of the lighthearted fun we just had stripped from us as the threat against us becomes very real.
Nikki does a quick head count then slams the door shut, locking the three bolts she has in addition to the normal lock. Then she pulls out her phone, shooting a text to Twisted. I dig around for my phone to do the same but find my pocket empty. I left it in the kitchen. The room looks almost identical to Cutter's which makes me wish he were here. Boot sounds on the stairs make us all freeze.
"Get away from the door," Nikki hisses.
There's a loud crash and I cover my mouth, trying to hold in my fear.
Another crash. The door shakes in its frame.
"Fuck, they're kicking in doors." Tracie looks around at the room, shoulders squared, looking every inch the old lady. There is no trace of fear on her face. It's like she has a job to do, and she's going to do it. "Whoever it is, we all stick together. No one sasses off, either." She looks over at Nikki.
A shadow appears under the door and my heart jumps into my throat. The whole room freezes and my lungs burn like I've forgotten how to draw breath. I wait silently for something to happen and when nothing does, my shoulders drop and I close my eyes, relieved.
A hand on my arm startles me, but when I hear Lucy whisper, "This way," I follow. Nikki has opened her closet doors and we're all huddled in the corner. I open my eyes just in time to see the door fly off the hinges, the hard wood crashing to the floor, dust flying up into the air, making it hard to see, I cough and wave my hand in front of my face.
Men. Three of them.
With guns and ski masks.
"Any of these?" one of them asks, stepping aside to let a fourth person enter the room.
"Well, look at what I found." A sick smile spreads out over Dylan's face and my stomach drops.
The girls all look at me. "That's the delivery guy," Lucy whispers.
"No," I say, my voice barely a whisper. "That's Dylan."
He walks toward us and the girls move in front of me, shuffling themselves around until I'm right at the back, pressed into a corner of the closet. Dylan lifts his gun and points it at Lucy's head. "Get the fuck out of my way. Doesn't matter to me if I shoot you or they do later."
No one moves. I can't see him, but I hear the gun being cocked. I take a deep breath and push past Lucy and Nikki taking a couple steps toward Dylan. I will not let them get hurt because of me. My legs shake, threatening to give out under me. As I step out into the open space, Dylan smiles and offers me a hand. I don't take it.
"Told you there was no escape. You and I are going to leave, before things get crazy around here." His hand grips my hair and he pulls me toward the door. "Have fun, ladies."
I wince as he drags me behind him, racing toward the door. I fight to keep up, almost stumbling twice on the stairs. As we move through the clubhouse, I see more men in ski masks. Prospects and brothers are lined up on their knees in the main room, hands locked behind their heads, guns trained on them. Everyone's eyes widen as they take in what's going on.
Dylan pulls me toward the back exit. "Nice doing business with you, boys!" He shouts as he turns and knocks the delivery door open with his hip, dragging me through it, not stopping when I trip and fall. The next few meters he drags me across the car park, cutting the skin of my cheek on the loose gravel.
From the ground, I see the wheels of what looks to be a beat up car. There's a beeping noise and he pops open the trunk. He bends down and lifts me up, dropping me inside. With his hand on the trunk, he looks down at me.
"I cannot wait to make you pay for this shit."
It isn't a threat. The look in his eyes lets me know it's a promise. Too late, I see the rise and fall of his fist before it slams into my cheek, making my head spin as my head snaps back.