Page 8 of Bolt (Iron Thunder MC 1)
A part of me thought he was just a scared kid, afraid of us hurting him. But why do it then?
Chip opened his mouth as if he had something more to say but Drax shut him up.
“That’s all we need from you. You’re worthless to us now. You’re scum and you will be treated as such.” He took a step away from Chip. I could see the panic rising in the boy’s face. Drax turned to the room. “Anyone have any objection to him being removed?”
An uproar broke out in the room, everyone talking over each other. Flash and Spike were trying to keep the peace, roaring at the guys to keep away. Chip was going to be dealt with in an appropriate way. There was no room for the others to take justice into their own hands.
Drax had his answer and he turned to me now.
“Do it,” he growled.
I had no time to think. The others were watching me. The buzz had died again because everyone wanted to see it actually happening. Chip’s patch being ripped off him. The biggest dishonor anybody in the MC could ever face.
I clenched my jaw and stepped up to Chip. Turbo and Bark were holding him in place. He was looking at me like a man about to face the chopping block, and I didn’t look away. It had to be done. He should have thought of the consequences first.
I stretched a hand out to his jacket. I’d never actually done this before. never needed to. But I was aware this was one of my responsibilities as Sergeant of Arms.
“You’re out, Chip,” I said to him, just loud enough for him to hear and I ripped the patch off his jacket.
He gasped aloud like I’d ripped off his skin. The men around us broke out in a bloodthirsty cheer of celebration. Chip was no longer one of the brothers, one of us, and that was a good thing, and what he deserved.
I tore my gaze away and turned to face Drax. I could see it in his eyes now. It wasn’t over yet; Chip had more coming for him.
“Take him out the back. Give him what he deserves,” he growled. A sound like a wolf cry rang out in the room. The men were happy to hear Drax would give them a chance for payback. Chip wasn’t getting off so lightly.
Before anyone else could react, Turbo slugged Chip in the stomach, and Chip doubled over. Clearly, Turbo had been waiting to do that for a while. And in the next moment, the back door to the room whipped open and there was a loud shriek.
The first thing I saw was the flash of Spike’s gun and I turned around to find a girl running toward me. It took me another instance to recognize she was running toward Chip—I was simply in the way.
“What the fuck?” I heard Drax hiss. Some guys tried to make a grab for her, but she’d slinked past and was weaving her way toward us.
“Stay back, Cassie! Stay back!” Chip was yelling at her now. Everybody was yelling. I couldn’t figure it out. This girl knew Chip somehow? How did she manage to get in? What kind of shit was this guy involved in?
She took a step past and I wrapped my arms around her. She swung around to me, kicking and swinging her arms and legs, trying her mighty best to break free. But now that I had her, she wasn’t going anywhere.
“You need to calm the fuck down,” I hissed in her ear. She was still struggling. I had one arm across her chest and the other around her waist. I’d managed to pin her to myself and I could feel the shape of her big butt moving against my cock.
Why was I even thinking about my cock at a time like this? What was wrong with me? But my cock couldn’t help the fact that I’d already made a mental note that she was sexy as hell.
She made another last-ditch attempt at breaking free, and Chip shouted again.
“Cassie! Go! Leave! Get out of here!”
Drax rolled his eyes at Chip then and turned to me. “Take her to my office. Figure out what the fuck’s going on first,” he commanded.
It was exactly what I was about to do. I needed to isolate this girl from the rest of the mob. They were capable of hurting her if she made any dangerous moves, and it seemed she had no idea what she’d walked into, or else would’ve behaved a lot differently.She fought and struggled all the way to Drax’s office. I didn’t loosen my grip on her, not once, not even when the door firmly shut behind us.
“Let me go! You can’t do this! Release me now!” She was screeching relentlessly, like she would never tire. Whoever she was, and I had a million questions about that, she was definitely a girl who didn’t give up easily.
