At this point, I really didn’t care if he hit me again. I would take so much joy in letting these people see the real side of this so-called heavenly kingdom.
“Cat got your tongue, Abel?” I taunted him with a grin, not caring that the side of my face was throbbing, and burning like it was on fire.
“Get the fuck out of here, Abel,” the biker beside Rivet demanded, rolling his eyes and shooing him with his hand. He looked much younger, his shoulders broader, with dark, messy jet black hair and an intimidating ghostly tattoo that climbed the side of his neck. “You have about thirty seconds before those bikers end up right here in the middle of this shit-storm, and make you cry like a little baby girl.”
Abel’s eyes never left mine, the dark glare full of silent threats. This situation was out of his control, and it was control that made him thrive, that fueled him and made him more powerful.
But one other thing I knew about my brother was that he was stubborn, and no matter what he came up against, he would never back down, he would never show his people he was weak because if he did, he would lose his most vital weapon—fear.
The rest of the group I could tell were unsure what to do, poised as if they were going to come for me at any second, but nervous because they obviously weren’t sure of the mistake their master had just made.
We were at a stalemate.
The roar of motorcycles got almost deafening as they pulled around the corner, slowly maneuvering into an intimidating line of more than eight bikers sporting dark leathers, club colors and penetrating stares.
I couldn’t help but smile.
Abel had the Colony and his friends, the lot of them, thinking they were strong fucking men because people would typically bow to them and shake in fear.
Not here.
They were about to get a fucking reality check, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t going to make me grin with glee.
“You think your family is badass?” I whispered, pushing my shoulders back and lifting my chin as I met my brother’s eyes. “Let me introduce you to mine.”