I inhaled a big breath of smoke before pulling out the knife I had hidden beneath my cut. “I got this.”
“Wait. What?”
I was down those stairs and across the bar to the other side of the building within seconds. My fury was fueling me, and every goddamn member I passed could see I no longer saw any other color but red.
“Yo, Granite. Wait, man. What the fuck is up?”
When I reached the door, I kicked it down instead of turning the lock. God, I was a savage, one with psychopathic tendencies. Basically, I was one giant shit-storm.
The door fell to the ground, breaking in half. I didn’t slow down when I spotted the son of a bitch across the room tied to a chair. There wasn’t a single goddamn person in this entire universe who would have been able to stop me.
I rushed forward, and without pause swung the knife, jabbing it right into his motherfucking skull, blood instantly pouring down his face.
“Granite! What the fuck, man?”
I pushed the blade deeper for good measure, feeling bone crack. The fucker’s mouth was still open as he tried to say something two seconds before I sliced through his tiny fuck-wit brain.
“Jesus.” I heard Dutch behind me. “What the fuck is going on?”
I snarled then pulled the knife out of the dead man’s skull. “Just taking care of loose ends.”
“By leaving a mess?”
I turned to face him. “By spilling blood.”
“Well, fuck,” Ink commented behind me. “Who’s going to clean all this?”
Dutch placed his hands on his sides. “Really, Ink? That’s the only thing you’re worried about?”
“Well…yeah.”
I almost smiled. Almost.
“What the fuck happened here?”
I glanced over Dutch’s shoulder at Onyx standing by the door. “The Python prospect got acquainted with my knife.”
Onyx glanced at the corpse in the chair. “Yeah, no shit.”
My priorities shifted, the dead Python behind me easing the initial reason for my anger. “Tell me, brother. What does your tag say on your cut?”
The look in his eyes told me he knew where I was going with this.
“Vice president.”
“And what does mine say?”
“Don’t patronize me, brother.”
“What. Does. Mine. Say?” My jaw was clenched, and I was fucking grinding my teeth.
Onyx glowered at me, nostrils flaring and eyebrows arched inward. “President.”
“So next time when I tell you to do, or not to do something, you fucking listen.”
“I made the shot.”
“You could have killed her.” My blood simmered.