Obsession (A Bad Boy's Secret Baby)(66)

I spat a wad of blood at Roach's feet. “You'll roast for this, you traitorous piece of shit."

“Looked at a map lately, asshole?” he replied. “This is Knights' country, the Veins can't do shit to me here.”

I offered Roach a sadistic, bloody-toothed grin. “Well, lucky for us, I'm no longer in the Steel Veins.”

“Enough talk, ladies,” the Serbian cut in. “We got shit to do. Lewis, inside? Outside? You got plastic?”

From the growing worry on her face, I saw it fully start to dawn on Flora just how much trouble she was really in. These men were openly discussing how to best wrap her body in a way that wouldn't leak blood all over the place. “Plastic?” she whispered. “No, please, I won't make any trouble, I swear! I just want to be with my sister!”

They ignored her. Flora might as well have been yelling into the void.

“I think so,” Roach said. “I'll have to check, how much will you need? If you were to... guesstimate?”

The Serbian regarded Roach with exasperation, not looking forward to holding the man's hand through all of this. For all of his many faults, this would be Roach's first foray into actual murder. “Jesus Christ. Just bring her out back, Lewis. Find a spot with some grass that's still close enough to be hosed down.”

I cracked a smile at the Serbian, running my finger in a circle around my nose, pointing out the bandage he was wearing. The damage I'd inflicted on him was obvious. “That's a good look for you. The chicks must dig the hell out of it.”

The Serbian produced an awful, forced smile, then clocked me with a hard right cross. Even turning my head with it to lessen the blow, he still managed to ring my bell pretty good. A few more of those and I'd be relegated to only soft foods for a while; that was, if I survived at all.

Playing up the injuries, I slumped to the floor. I was already a little bloody from the pistol-whipping earlier, still nursing a kicking headache that was only getting worse, but otherwise, I was alright. It'd take more than that to put me down.

“Ronin!” Flora called out to me as Roach grabbed her and thrust the gun into her back.

Unfortunately, she was too far away, there wasn't much I could do for her. If only she'd run when she'd had the chance.

The Serbian whacked his partner on the shoulder and looked down at me. “Give me a hand with lover-boy here.”

Roach pushed Flora towards the back door, then hesitated at the threshold. Turning around, he asked, “When this is over, you're not going to leave them here, right?”

“The fuck do you think the bone saw is for?” The Serbian scowled.

Roach still didn't get it.

The big man spoke in a patronizing tone, he obviously wanted nothing to do with Roach or this assignment. “There's a pig farm we own a few miles out, we'll take them there.”

“Oh, okay.” Roach pushed Flora through the door and was gone.

“Grab his arm. We'll drag him out.” The Serbian shifted to the side to put the saw down on the counter, he knew he was going to need both hands to wrestle me out the door. Deadweight was a son of a bitch to move, and I sure as hell wasn't about to make it easy for these guys.

When the other biker began to hoist me up, I grabbed the thick bottle of Jim Beam under the table and smashed him in the face with it. The first blow shattered his nose, his face became a stream of red and salty tears.

With the second hit, I caught him in the front teeth, bashing at least four of them down his throat and knocking him on his ass.

“Mother fucker!” The Serbian whirled, drawing his gun.

Dropping the bottle, I rolled over and hooked the large man's leg with my arm, then wrenched it out from under him. Dexterity wasn't his strong suit; he tumbled, hitting the floor like a fallen tree. The Serbian was far from incapacitated. All I had really done was just bring him to the ground, and he still had his gun.

I bounced up to my feet and grabbed the nearest weapon I could find.

The bone saw.

He brought his weapon around to shoot me, but I was just a second faster; I kicked it wide. Wrenching my shoulders, I brought the saw down on top of him. It wasn't plugged in, but it didn't need to be. The heavy base tapered off into a narrow shaft that held a circular blade. It was basically a hammer with a thick razor blade for a head.

I split his skull open, just above the forehead, like it was tissue paper.

Letting go of the makeshift weapon, I stood back up to process the full brutality of what had just happened. It was then that I heard the front door get kicked open. I had just enough time to pry the gun from the Serbian's hand when the biker on watch burst into the kitchen. He took in the grisly scene in one glance, wasting no time opening up on me.