“No, no.”
But it’s too late. Bull comes at me, dropping down to where I’m trying to crawl back on the floor. He grabs my jaw in his big hand and shakes my face so hard I’m afraid he’s going to accidentally snap my neck.
“Tell me where my brother is, bitch.”
I can’t help the useless tears that flood my eyes. “Look at my phone,” I whisper. “I’m telling the truth. I haven’t seen Robbie for days.”
“I don’t care what your fucking phone says. His motorcycle is parked out back.”
What?
I try to shake my head but his grip is too firm on my jaw.
“Now you’re gonna to tell us what happened,” his eyes move lasciviously down my body, “or maybe we’ll just have to fuck it out of you and see what my brother finds so special about that cunt.”
I scream. Or at least try to before Bull covers my mouth with his hand.
He straddles me and starts to undo his belt with the hand not over my mouth.
No. Please God, no.
Living with Robbie for years was bad enough. He was controlling, jealous, violent, and I knew if I ever tried to leave, his entire club would come after me.
But this? Will I survive this?
Right then, though, my front door slams open.
And then Shak is there.
Shak? What the hell is he doing here?
“No! Run!” I scream uselessly into Bull’s hand over my mouth. They’ll kill him.
I don’t know how or why he’s here, but he has to run.
Like a big dumb heroic idiot, though, he comes into the apartment instead of running away. He even shuts the door behind him. What the hell is he doing? If he somehow heard I was in danger, why the hell didn’t he call the cops?
Not that the charges would stick. Bull and Robbie have the police in their pocket, but still.
One of Bull’s guys whips out his gun. I scream and fight like a wildcat underneath Bull but it’s no use. Shak is going to die and it’ll be my fault.
But then—
I’m not even sure what happens. One minute, Shak is standing by the door and the next, he’s standing by the guy holding the gun. And then he snaps the guys neck. The man falls to the floor at Shak’s feet.
What the—?
But I barely have time to take in what just happened before Shak is over to the next guy pulling a gun. And then, bam, that guy falls, too.
The third and fourth guys both have their guns up and start to shoot. But their bullets embed harmlessly in the wall. Shak is gone, moving so fast he’s all but a blur. He stops again behind the third man. Down he goes.
The fourth man drops his gun and holds up his hands but when Shak turns his attention to Bull, I see the glint of a knife.
“Knife,” I shout. Bull finally let me go and is backing away towards the door.
Shak turns around and in a swift motion, sees the knife, and reaches out and breaks the guy’s wrist, if his screech of pain is anything to go by. It’s short-lived, though, because Shak quickly snaps his neck, too, cutting off the noise.
Meanwhile Bull opens the apartment door and is clearly about to run, but the next second Shak has it slammed shut again, his arm around Bull’s throat.
“Anything you want, man,” Bull starts to babble. “I can get you anything you want. Money. Girls. A Fucking island in the Caribbean. Anything you want. Just let me go.”
Shak’s eyes blaze with fury. “I want you to have treated this female with respect instead of violence.”
And then, with no more than a twitch of his muscles, the most dangerous man I have ever met, the President of the deadly Devil’s Sons MC falls to the ground, dead.
I breathe out in shock, unable to believe what I just witnessed. Seriously, what the hell just happened?
I lift my eyes to Shak.
He’s dropped his hands and his head bows. “I am sorry you had to witness that violence.”
I just shake my head and look around me at the five dead bodies now littering my apartment. “How? H-how did you just do that?”
I look back to Shak.
His eyes are troubled. “I am not supposed to say.”
I blink. “Like it’s a secret government program? Are you some kind of super soldier?”
Shak frowns, his brow furrowing. “It is a secret that only some in your government know. Very few. I am not supposed to say.”
I get up off the floor, my entire body shaking. I gesture at the carnage around me. “Well I’d say I deserve a fucking explanation!”
Shak looks confused. “I have saved your life. Does this not please you?”
I lift my hands to my head. “Obviously, yes. I just— I just—” I throw my hands out in exasperation. “One of the neighbors is going to call the police about those gunshots. You better have an explanation or be able to call on your super secret government contacts.”