Kings of Chaos (Dirty Broken Savages #1)(6)

The anger that’s been simmering in my chest since Priest brought up Ivan St. James threatens to bubble over, but I keep a hold on it and move silently and swiftly down the alley, grabbing the person with the gun from behind and dragging them away from the body.

Once I get my arms around her, I can tell it’s a woman from the curves and softness pressed against me, and she’s anything but passive. She fights back, clawing at the arm I have around her waist and twisting in my hold. She fights like a fucking hellcat, breaking out of my grip and whirling around, lashing out at me.

“Let me fucking go,” she snarls, and her voice is husky and furious.

I manage to block her swing, but she has another attack ready, aiming for my dick with her knee. I swing around to try to block that one, too. It’s enough to let her land a blow to the side of my face, a punch strong enough to make my head snap to the side. I recover quickly, and we stagger sideways as we fight with each other, heading out of the darkness and toward the dim light cast by the street light.

I can see it glinting off her silver hair, and damn. She’s sexy as fuck.

The dress she has on hugs her curves, drawing attention to full hips and big tits. There are tattoos on both arms and down her thigh, and when she tries to kick me, the skirt of the dress rides up and shows off the holster strapped to one thigh.

She came prepared for this, and dressed the way she is, no one would have given her a second look unless they were looking at her ass. And it’s a really nice ass. My blood is pumping, and some of it surges down to my dick, reacting to both the way she looks and the way she fights.

The reaction of my body just makes me angrier, because I’m not here to ogle this fucking woman or try to get my dick wet. She just killed someone in the alley behind my club, and I can’t let that stand.

We grapple, fighting for control of the gun, and I manage to overpower her by being taller and bigger than she is, but it’s a near thing. She’s scrappy as fuck in addition to being sexy as hell, and even when I get her back pinned against the rough brick of the building, she doesn’t stop struggling to get away from me.

Her chest heaves while she gasps for breath, and she twists against my hold, snarling curses and trying to lunge for me even with no leverage. A fighter through and through.

I pin one arm to the wall and snatch the gun from her, shoving it up under her chin, which finally gets her to calm the fuck down. There’s still defiance and anger in her dark blue eyes, and she looks at me like if she could kill me with a look, I’d already be on the ground with the first guy she dropped.

My heart is racing from the fight, and I can feel the blood pumping through me as I stare at her, my eyes narrowed.

“What the hell are you doing murdering someone at my fucking club?” I demand, keeping my voice down. “Are you trying to have cops crawling all over the place?”

With the music still blaring from inside, the odds are low that someone will overhear us, but I’m not taking any chances.

She doesn’t answer, staring back at me with those angry dark blue eyes. She has a long, graceful neck and plush lips, which are currently pulled back in something like a snarl.

Our bodies are pressed together, and I can feel all of her curves against me and the heat that’s pouring off her. I hold her gaze and press in even tighter, licking my lips slightly.

“It would be a shame to destroy something so beautiful,” I tell her in a low voice. “But I’ll do it if you don’t start talking.”

Still, she just stares at me, not giving any indication that she’s listening or even gives a shit about anything I’m saying.

“Last chance,” I warn her, my voice hardening.

She turns her head and spits on the ground next to my feet, making her choice pretty damn clear.

I shrug and draw back, then draw the hand holding the weapon back in a flash and bring it down heavily, bashing her in the head with the butt of her gun and sending her crumpling to the ground.

When she falls, I take a step back, looking at the two bodies on the ground. Her, unconscious, and the man she killed who isn’t getting up again.

What a fucking mess.

I pull out my phone and text my brothers in our group thread, letting them know we’ve got a problem and to meet me in the alley. I add in an ‘ASAP’ for Ash, just in case he’s busy doing something else.

It only takes a few minutes for them to join me, Knox first and Priest on his heels. Ash is the last to step out the door, still in the process of tucking his dick away. He was probably getting it sucked by one of the cage dancers, knowing him.

They take a look at the bodies and then look back up to me.

“Aw, did you have fun without us?” Knox asks, folding his arms and furrowing his brows. The tattoos crawling up his neck from under the fabric of his shirt look like shadows in the darkness. “That’s not fair.”

“They’re not both dead, are they?” Ash wants to know.

I shake my head. “She killed him,” I tell them, nudging the dead guy with the toe of my boot. “I don’t know why.”

“Why here?” Priest asks, eyes locked on the scene.

“Don’t know that either,” I tell him. “She wasn’t talking, so I knocked her out. She put up a hell of a fight first, though.” I can feel the sting of the shallow scratches where she raked her nails into my skin, trying to claw and get away from me.