Shadowing Me(50)

“Now, Alec, did you think our Prez was playin’ around when he gave you that flawless, serious ultimatum?” I growl as I press the barrel into the base of his neck and his back stiffens.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re going to come into my club and put a barrel to the back of my neck like a fucking pussy!”

Pyro chuckles as he presses his gun into the Russian he has on point.

With one hand holding my gun in place, I drag my knife out, and with as much force as I can muster with my left hand, I slam it into his hand that rests on the bar top. The bones in his hand crush as my knife nails it into the wood of the counter. His scream is one a chick would be proud of, and we laugh at the scared little pussy.

“You were the one that thought you’d get reinforcement from the Russians. You dumb fuck, you didn’t even bring enough of them. If you want to come close to being even with us in a war, you’d better get more than these three little bitches!” I hiss as I move the barrel of my gun away from his neck. I nod to Pyro who is beside me to watch him as I move around the bar.

Once I am in front of Alec, I point my gun between his eyes.

The Russians speak to each other in their own language. We don’t give a shit what they say, only that they understand our goddamn point.

“You and your little bitches have until tomorrow to clear the fuck out. This ain’t a joke anymore. This club is no longer yours. It is ours. If you want anything you have here, you best get it before the clock hits nine pm. We’ll be back by then.”

Alec uses his free hand to move the knife sticking out of his other, and my mouth tilts up in that smartass smile that I do best.

“Hurts like a bitch, right? Well think, tomorrow you’ll suffer far greater than this if you don’t get your ass out of here by the cutoff time. We’re done playin’ nice. The time for that is over. That man right there,” I tip my head towards Pyro, “is our VP, and he has permission to splatter your blood if you don’t listen to your last and final warning.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Feather in the corner, shaking in fear. Shit.

“Feather, come,” I order her, my voice loud, my words demanding.

She hesitates only for a moment, and then walks towards me on very shaky legs.

“What are you doin’ here, darlin’?” I ask, as I tug her closely to my side. She is leaving with me so that Alec doesn’t hurt her to get back at me.

When she realizes she is safe at my side, she answers with a quiet tone. “The club is opening soon, and the guard wasn’t at the front door, so I walked in and saw this.”

Shit. I look down at my watch. No wonder she is here. People will start coming in any minute.

“We gotta wrap this up, brother,” Pyro growls, “but first, we need to prove something to this fucker. Darlin’, close those beautiful eyes,” he says to Feather.

I peer down at her to make sure she has followed my VP’s command, and give him a flick of my head to let him know.

The explosive clamor of Pyro’s SWAT-K Mini submachine gun fire reverberates through the club as the bullet rips into the nose of one of the Russians. His brains disperse all over the floor behind his slumped body.

The other two recoil in an uproar, and Sniper and Smokey wedge their guns further into the Russians’ bodies to stop them from pulling weapons on us.

“So, you see here, Alec, we’re not fuckin’ playin’ around anymore,” I growl as I press my pistol to his forehead and squeeze Feather closer into me. I don’t want her in harm’s way because of us. “This isn’t a goddamn game, man. Give this shit up, and go somewhere else to start a new club before you lose your chance.”

I will not be able to keep the club from killing him if he doesn’t leave. I’ll even be the one to pull the trigger because he has pissed me off. We have given him all the chances he is going to get.

“Why the fuck do you even want my club?” Alec tries to yell, but I press my Glock against his throat so it muffles the sound.

How could he be so fucking clueless?

“You aren’t taking care of it. You let an unexperienced Sadist harm one of the brother’s daughters, you idiot. And you aren’t screening motherfuckers properly.”



I don’t even know why I’m giving him a response. He doesn’t deserve one. He lost that right when he didn’t take our warning.

“You’re still buggin’ about that, man! Seriously,” he cries.

I lean towards him and yank my knife out of his hand. He cries out again as I drag it up his arm, slicing deep into the muscle. I would shoot him if we weren’t trying to be nice and giving him until tomorrow. This will have to do.