“We find Briella and get the fuck out of there,” I tell him.
He nods and straightens his kutte. We probably should have taken them off, not drawn attention to ourselves, but I’ll never show fear to any enemy. Besides the Untamed Sons name carries weight and we might need that here. I have no idea what we’re going to walk into. I should have brought more guys.
Kyle and I head for the main doors, ignoring the queue and moving straight to the front of the line. The bouncer eyes us as we approach and I see a hint of fear in his gaze. He’s right to be afraid. Since we took out Blackwood’s empire, our reputation has increased. Blackwood was untouchable, until he tried to hurt Lucy, Nox’s old lady. We annihilated his crew, calling in a marker the Devil’s Dogs owed us and calling upon some of the other Sons chapters. That show of force made our enemies retreat further away and brought our allies closer. We’re not a club to be reckoned with. We destroy those who touch what’s ours and if the Sic Bastards have touched a hair on Briella’s head, their blood will run in rivers. She’s Levi’s sister, which makes her Sons property, whether she understands that or not.
I don’t say a word to the bouncer, but he steps aside, letting Kyle and I move into the club.
The music is loud and that shit electronic sounding crap that makes my ears fucking bleed. I know the kind of place this is. Half the people in here are high on coke, the rest on molly. Wannabe rich kids coming to get their rocks off in what they think is an exclusive part of town, while the club’s owners get them more and more hooked on their drugs. I’ve seen it before, many times, but the risks of being so open with any product outweighs the money. The game the Sic Bastards are playing is a dangerous one.
The flashing coloured lights illuminate the dance floor, which is heaving with bodies dancing frantically. I scan the crowd, looking for Briella, but I don’t see her, so I move deeper into the club, Kyle on my heels. I brush my fingers over my gun, which is holstered under my kutte. The feel of the metal is a balm to my soul, reminding me I’m in control here, that I have the power in this situation. I don’t want to use it somewhere as crowded as this, but I will if I have to. Whatever it takes.
Between my shoulders itches as I move, and I wonder if I have a fucking target on my back, if we’re being watched. No doubt the Sic Bastards know we’re here and they could be readying to make their move. That should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’m not afraid to die. When you’ve stared death in the face as much as I have, it’s hard to be scared. All I care about is getting her and getting the fuck back to our patch.
I spot Briella.
She’s sitting at a table, slumped to one side, her eyes barely open with a guy who has his hand up her skirt.
I see red.
Pushing through the people in my way, I make it to the table and snag the fucker by the front of his shirt. I drag him to his feet, his face barely an inch from mine and hiss at him, “You’re fucking dead.”
I mean every word of it too.
“She’s mine. I saw her first!” the man stupidly says.
“She belongs to the Untamed Sons, fucker. You’re going to die for touching her.” Especially considering nothing about what I just witnessed looked consensual.
The colour drains from his pathetic face and fear crawls across his features at my words. Good. He should be terrified. As soon as we get away from prying eyes, I’m going to gut him.
As much as I want to pull my gun out and blow this fucker’s head off, I don’t. Too many eyes here. I shove him at Kyle, who pats him down and pulls out his ID. I hope he’s memorising where that cunt lives. I meant it when I said he would die for touching her. If we weren’t somewhere so public, he’d already be dead.
I move over to Briella. Her eyes are open, her mouth pulled into a sloppy smile. She’s barely sitting upright and I’m glad the lighting is shit over here, because I’m sure her pussy is on display.
“Daimon!”
My name on her tongue makes my dick sit up and take notice, but I ignore it. She’s too fucking young for me, and even if she wasn’t, she’s Levi’s sister. I shouldn’t be having any inappropriate thoughts about her, but all that fucking dark hair in loose curls around her shoulders, the delicate slope of her nose, those gorgeous blue eyes make my mind go places it shouldn’t.
She tries to sit up, but her body is uncoordinated, boneless. “What are you doing here?” She slurs over the words and I want to strangle her.
“Protecting your pretty fucking head,” I growl at her. Her eyes are unfocused, but she doesn’t look like she’s on anything harder than booze.
“You take anything?” I demand, needing the answer. Part of me wants to know if she’s likely to OD in the back of the car, another part wants to know how far down the rabbit hole she’s gone.
“Like what?” A line appears between her brows.
“Coke?”
She shakes her head. Relief floods me. Levi would lose his shit if his sister is using—even recreationally.
I grab her clutch bag and hand it to Kyle, before I snag her arm and drag her up to her feet, ignoring her protesting. I check her skirt is covering her, and start to walk. She staggers and falls into me, her legs as uncoordinated as a newborn fucking deer’s.
Fuck it.
I pick her up bridal-style. I expect her arms to wrap around my neck, but she’s too far gone to hold on, so I tuck her closer against my chest. She feels small in my arms, but good. Too fucking good.
I push my way through the crowd, ignoring the way I’m feeling, focusing on Kyle on my heels. As soon as we’re outside the fresh air hits and she starts to gag. I let her down and pull her hair out of her face just as she pukes all over the pavement.
The bouncer from earlier comes over and I can see the disgust in his eyes. I try to shield Briella from him.
“Man, she can’t be doing that there. Move away from the doors.”
He finds himself staring down Kyle.
“Get the fuck back or I’ll snap your fucking dick off and ram it down your throat.”
The bouncer’s throat works, fear clouding his eyes as he lifts his hands up and steps back from the prospect.
I scoop Briella back into my arms.
She sobs drunkenly against my chest. “I’m sorry.”
“Worry about apologising later, Brie,” I mutter at her. “Let’s just get the fuck out of here, yeah?”
I walk over to the car and Kyle gets the back door, so I can slide her inside.
“Are you mad at me?” she asks in a small voice. It makes my stomach twist despite the anger that is raging through me.
“There’s no words for what I am right now,” I admit.
“So, you are pissed?”
“I’m fucking furious,” I growl, meaning every word of it, “but you’re so drunk you’re not going to remember a word I say to you right now. We’ll talk about this shit in the morning.”
“Oh, goodie,” she mutters and I want to wrap my fingers around her pretty neck.
“Now would be a good time to shut your mouth.”
She clamps her lips together for a second before she slurs out, “Has anyone ever told you you’re bossy?”
“Briella.” I let the warning infuse my voice, but she just rolls her eyes.