Page 50 of Talon (Road Rebels MC 2)
Glock came to the last step, and I glared at him, relieved to see him. I wanted to run into his arms, to have his big muscular body envelop me.
Glock scanned me, as though he was checking to see if I was hurt, and then he turned his attention to the man again.
“You are Brick. You’ve kept yourself hidden for a long time, what’s the matter, man, are you scared of me?” Glock spoke, and I could see that he was trying to rile the man up.
Brick, behind me, laughed lightly and tightened his grip on my mouth, making my face hurt. He removed his hand from around my waist.
“I think your beautiful girlfriend here is the one who’s really scared. Man, you got yourself a knockout!” he said, and his hand that was wrapped around my body traveled up so that he was cupping my left breast now.
I could see the rage in Glock’s eyes. Bloodshot green eyes, under sharp, heavy eyebrows. He had his jaw clenched, just like his biceps were as he clutched his gun tightly.
“Don’t fucking touch her!” he growled like an animal and took a step towards us.
Brick pulled me back, pressing his back against the wall.
“You’ll have to get to her first, Glock, or have you not figured that out yet?” he hissed, and Glock stopped in his tracks. Our eyes met, and I could see the tension in his. He was deciding what to do.
I tried wriggling out of Brick’s grip again, but the man was strong and was keeping me in position.
“Also, there’s this small little detail,” I heard him say and then I felt the cold touch of metal on my belly, through the fabric of my t-shirt. I looked down, and a scream escaped my lips, muffled by Brick’s hand. He was pressing a knife lightly into my belly. I was mistaken, he wasn’t completely unarmed.
Glock took a step back when he saw the glint of the knife’s metal.
“That’s better,” Brick said, and I could sense him smiling, even though I wasn’t looking at him.
“You keep your distance, and I keep mine, from you,” he added, and Glock’s face had darkened. I tried squealing and writhing, but there was no use. I wasn’t strong enough to escape this man’s grip. He was holding me tightly to himself, and his knife was pressed to the side of my belly.
“Let Sage go, she has nothing to do with this,” Glock said, and I could hear his voice faltering. He had been so strong and brave until this point, but the moment he saw the knife, I could see him losing his grip. He still had the gun pointed at us though.
“If I let her go, I’ll get shot, so no thank you. What I’ll do is keep this beautiful woman stuck to me, so that if you make one wrong move, her guts are out there on the floor. And you can watch her bleed to death,” the man hissed, and another shrill cry escaped my lips.
I wanted to fall on the floor, at Glock’s feet and beg him for forgiveness. I shouldn’t have come here, trying to be brave and rescue a woman. I didn’t realize how this world worked, I shouldn’t have done anything without speaking to Glock first. When I got that call from Noelle, I had been so amped up to prove myself to Glock and Axel that I hadn’t stopped to think about whether this was a trap.
I was desperate at the chance to rescue a woman. I should have realized that I was inexperienced and I should have waited for Glock’s help. Instead, I was now responsible for getting the Bad Disciples involved in this mess…and chances were that I could lose my life, and Glock could too. I didn’t even want to imagine what might happen to Casey who was still cowering in the corner.
She was broken, her experience with the Dragon Knights had shattered her. She had no strength left to stand up for me or even herself, and I didn’t blame her. Weeks and months of torture would do that to a person.
So, we were standing in the basement, Glock glaring at Brick, and me under his control, waiting for that moment when I’d feel the metal of the knife slide into my abdomen. I wished that Brick would just take his hand off my mouth so that I could beg Glock to just leave. I didn’t want him to lose his life over this, along with me. He still had work to do and other lives to save. I tried screaming again, biting into Brick’s palm but nothing worked.
“Shut up, or this knife goes into you!” Brick shouted, and I looked at Glock who was begging me with his eyes to stay calm. I could feel my chest rising and falling, my body ached, and every nerve under my skin was on fire. I felt dehydrated and weak from all the crying. Where did mom think I was? What was she going to do if I died here?
“Why don’t you slowly back up the stairs and leave us alone, Glock? That way, Sage and I can peacefully get out of this place, and nobody gets hurt,” Brick said, in a calm but firm voice.
Glock had his jaw clenched, and he hadn’t lowered his gun yet.
“Let her go and then we can talk,” he hissed, and Brick laughed again.
“How stupid do you think I am? I wasn’t born yesterday. I’m not letting her go, if you want to talk Glock, we can talk now. Sage stays right where she is, and so does my knife,” Brick barked and I watched as Glock gulped. More gunshots were fired upstairs, and I stopped myself from whimpering.
“This bad blood between our clubs have been going on for too long. Don’t you think it’s time for a truce, Brick?” Glock asked, and I could see how difficult it was for him to say the words. I had a pretty good idea that Glock had no interest in making peace with the leader of the Dragon Knights.
Brick laughed again, he knew it too.
“Bad blood? Is that what you pussies are calling it? When have we ever settled a war through negotiations? I’m not a fucking politician!” Brick yelled, and Glock remained silent. I knew he was trying to calculate whether he could shoot Brick before he had the opportunity to slide the knife into my stomach. It would be a big chance, and one that I could tell, Glock wasn’t willing to take.
“How else do you want to settle it then?” Glock asked, and Brick tightened his arm around my waist.
“Oh well, I don’t know, kill each and every one of you motherfuckers? I don’t know, I haven’t decided yet. Axel is too old anyway, but that bastard just won’t conk off. I’ve been waiting too many years, to see him die,” Brick continued, and I could see the visible rage in Glock’s muscles.
His hair was in his eyes, his handsome face was clouded over. I had never seen Glock like this before, and despite the position I was in, I couldn’t help but be thankful that we had a chance to be together. I wanted to scream out and tell him that I was in love with him, that I always had been, but Glock wasn’t even looking at me anymore, he only had eyes for Brick.
“You want to kill Axel? Go and get him then,” Glock growled, and Brick was laughing again.
“No, you stupid fuck. This is about killing all of you, and I’d like to begin with your pretty little girlfriend here because that is what you deserve,” Brick said, and the pressure of the metal became stronger on my belly. A few more seconds now, and it was going to puncture my skin.
I glared wildly at Glock, begging him with my muffled pleas to look away or go away. There was no hope left for me, and the Dragon Knights were going to win.
Chapter 19
Glock
I had Brick right under my nose. Right, where I had been dreaming of having him, and instead of hiding from my gun; he was grinning at me like he was sure that he was going to win. The truth was that he was going to.
This was the moment that probably each and every member of the Bad Disciples, including Axel had been waiting for. To have the president of the Dragon Knights standing a few feet away from them, with nothing more than a knife in his hands. Which was technically useless against my gun.
It was crazy and frustrating that I couldn’t shoot him. If I did, and I missed, or I was too slow, he would have enough opportunity to kill Sage. Chances of missing a clean shot were high; Brick was keeping Sage tightly held in front of him. I couldn’t possibly get a direct shot in him without also hitting Sage. She could die by my hand, by my bullet. I wouldn’t take the chance.
“What’s it going to be, Glock?” Brick’s v
oice interrupted my thoughts. I looked at Sage, whose t-shirt was torn. Her face was streaked with tears, and her mouth was covered tightly by the man’s hand. There were drops of blood on her chin, which told me that she might have a split lip. He had definitely hit her, he had hurt her, and for that, I was determined to punish him.
I was going to get him, if not right now, I was going to kill him before long. He was going to pay for laying a hand on Sage.
“Do you want to shoot your girlfriend to get to me or are you going to let me leave?” he asked, and I heard Sage try to scream again.
Brick’s arm was wound around her waist. He was holding her tightly, clutching her, touching her. I could feel the rage pump wildly in my veins. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to watch him bleed.
The other girl, who I assumed was the one who Sage had come here to rescue, was cowering in the corner, whimpering and crying.
When I looked into Sage’s dark hazel eyes, she looked frightened. I had never seen Sage frightened before. She was a strong-willed brave girl, who had always stood up for what she believed in. It was crazy to see her like this now, under a man’s brutal control.
“Tick tock, Glock,” Brick chimed in, and I saw the glint of the knife that he was pressing lightly into Sage’ belly. I knew that he wouldn’t hesitate to dig it into her. It had already ripped a hole in her t-shirt, a little more pressure and it would puncture her skin and then her organs, and I would have to watch her bleed to death. There was no way that I could call for help in time, or take her to a hospital before she lost too much blood.
