Page 40 of Drax (Iron Thunder MC 3)
“He’s in there somewhere, probably cowering in the corner to hide from you,” Eagle replied. There was a strain of joy in his voice. Something told me this was exactly what he wanted. Did he want us to attack the strip club? To take Crash down?
“What the fuck is going on here?” I raged at him. My gun was pointed directly to his head. He didn’t have a gun in his hand anymore and I’d backed him into a corner.
“You guys are winning. That’s what’s happening. Silver Knights is losing. Hurray!” Once again, there was that manic sound of pleasure in his voice. I wanted to kick it out of him. I remembered what Mary-Beth had said about him, that he was pushing Crash. She didn’t like him. I’d seen him manhandle her outside her apartment. I didn’t like this motherfucker either.
“Where were you going?” I snarled at him.
He shrugged in response.
“When your MC is under attack, shouldn’t you be at your President’s side? Fighting the fight?” I continued.
Eagle took in a deep breath.
“There is no need to overanalyze the situation, Drax. You’re getting what you want, right? You’re going to win this battle against Crash. You’re going to stick it in his face—your lust for his sister.”
“She’s my woman!” I growled. Eagle smiled and nodded his head.
“Yeah. And what a fine piece of woman she is.”
I thrashed my gun across his face and rejoiced at the way his lip split open. He yelped but then started smiling again.
“That’s good, Drax, let it all out.”
This sleazy bastard was crazy. He made me sick.
“Eagle!” It was Crash’s voice from somewhere down the dark corridor. “Where the fuck are you?”
I turned to look, and Eagle took the opportunity to make his escape. He ran out the open door and I made the split-second decision not to follow him. I wanted the motherfucker to go down, but right now, I needed to focus on Crash. So I stalked down the corridor to the office door, sure he was in there.* * *I saw Crash sitting behind his desk in his office. It was a pretty lavish room. Way more lavish than mine, anyway. He looked up when I pushed the door open with my foot. His eyes were red and darting in all directions. Mary-Beth was right when she said there was something off about him lately.
This definitely wasn’t the guy I used to know. Then again, I didn’t exactly know Crash well.
“Oh!” he exclaimed when he saw me. I had my gun pointed at him, while he looked completely unprepared. Hadn’t he heard all the shooting and screaming outside? What the bloody fuck was wrong with him?
“Stand up,” I growled as calmly as I could. I moved the gun up and down. Crash glared at me. Then slowly, he stood up.
“Where is Eagle?” he asked in a quiet voice.
“He made a run for it. Fine fuckin’ VP you got there,” I said. I saw him grit his teeth, but he didn’t make a reference to Eagle again.
“So, you have my sister, huh?”
“She’s with me by her own choice. That’s where she wants to be. I treat her right.”
Crash scoffed and shook her head.
“Mary-Beth always thinks she’s a martyr of some kind. She thinks she has the community at heart. Working for the family’s welfare and all that jazz. She has no idea what she’s talking about. Most of it is through her ass.”
I strode up to him and he took a few steps back. The gun was still pointed at his face.
“Don’t say another word about Mary-Beth or I blow your face off,” I snarled.
Crash was pissed. His eyes were bloodshot. I thought I even saw his hands shake a little. Then he wiped his nose with his forefinger and shook his head.
“Young love. You’ll grow out of it soon,” he commented.
I lunged at him, punching him right in the face. I got his nose and heard it crack but he punched me in the gut at the same time. I had the wind knocked out of my lungs and the gunshot wound on my side was triggered. I could feel the blood oozing out of me now. Fuck, it hurt.
We were both rolling on the floor, Crash trying to wrestle the gun out of my hand. Eventually, I was able to kick him hard in the nuts, giving me the leverage I needed to jump up and point the gun down at him again. He covered his face with his hands.
“Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!” he yelled.
I could feel the blood rushing through my veins. I held the trigger with both hands, trying to keep it as steady as I could. I was so close. Ridiculously close to ending this war. All I would have to do was squeeze lightly and this would all be over. Crash would be dead. The Silver Knights would be without a leader. They wouldn’t be able to fight us anymore.
