Chapter Three
GRACE
I could feel Fire's gross and long dick all hard against my ass cheeks. I tried to wiggle further away from him but it just aided his cause, making him more excited. He hadn't been kidding about loving the struggle.
"Get ready for the ride of your life," Fire sneered.
More hoots and howls followed by his brothers.
And then a shot rang out in the bar.
It was so loud that the glasses on the other side of the bar shook rapidly. At first, I was sure that it was one of The Misfits trying to scare me even more but when Fire's grip loosened on me I didn't waste any time turning around. Fire, Skull, and the other guy looked stunned, unsure of what the hell was happening.
That made four of us.
I followed their gaze across the room and felt my knees buckle.
Cutter Ford.
Up until that moment, he had always been a myth. The youngest vice president in the history of the Red Sins, he was more often heard about than seen. I had never been this close to him before, he rolled with a huge crew. A crew that made it hard for anyone to get near him, even someone with the connections I had.
"Ah, Fire Shepard," Cutter's voice sounded so dark that if he hadn't just saved me from a brutal rape I might have been just as terrified of him as I was of Fire.
Cutter took a step toward the men, spinning the gun around his index finger by the handle so fast that it was making me dizzy. "Do what do I owe this pleasant surprise? You missed me so much that you just had to get down here and pay me a little visit?"
Fire shot his brothers a look. "Cutter, I was under the impression you were in New York this weekend." Skull looked down at the ground, ashamed that he had delivered false information.
"That's because I wanted you to think that." Cutter's eyes landed on me for the first time. He took in my torn clothes and fucked up face. "So, you thought since I was out of town you'd come down here and have a little fun with some of our property, is that it?"
I cringed. I hated when they referred to me as their property because I wasn't. I said who, what, where, and when. But I figured now probably wasn't the best time to bring that up.
Fire shook his head. "Nope. She made it out like she was freelance."
Cutter's dark eyes landed on my terrified expression again. "Is that so?" He motioned for me to move closer to him with his gun. "Grace, get over here." His eyes weren't on me anymore but on Fire. He was begging him to challenge him, begging him to make a move that would give him any excuse to pull that trigger on him.
I was shocked Cutter even knew my name, let alone had come to my rescue. He'd never even looked at me before and we had been in the same room plenty of times in the past. Even if it was at a distance.
I inched away from them slowly.
When I reached Cutter, I pulled my panties up slowly.
So humiliating.
Cutter continued swinging his gun around his finger. "Here's my problem, fellas, I find you in one of my bars with one of my girls… doing unthinkable things. And I'm supposed to just let you walk out of here with what? A warning?"
My heart skipped a beat when he said one of my girls.
Skull glanced at Fire. "We were just having a little fun."
Fire's fists were clenched at his sides. You could tell he wanted to throw the first punch, to turn this into a full on brawl but Cutter already had a gun out. And, more importantly, walking into a bar in Red Sin territory and going after their vice president was sure to start an all-out war between the two clubs.
Fire wasn't that important to the Misfits.
He was sure to get punished severely for a move like that.
Fire glanced at me, the evilness from his eyes was gone, now they just looked empty. "Look…"
But before he could get a word out Cutter cocked the gun back and fired off a shot, hitting Skull right in the middle of his leg. It wasn't intended to be a kill shot, just to send a message.
I gasped and looked away. I had never seen so much blood in my life.
Skull dropped to the ground, clutching his leg and crying out.
Fire reached for the side of his coat and Cutter jiggled his gun in midair. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Fire paused then, thinking better of it, and pulled his hand back up.
"What the fuck," Skull cried from the ground. "My leg!"
"Just a little reminder," Cutter called out. "That the next time a woman is screaming like that, she isn't having any fucking fun." He looked back up at Fire. "Now get the fuck out of here, you're lucky I'm in a good mood or I'd take you out in a plastic bag."
The third guy grabbed Snake by the arm and started to help him wobble out. Fire waited until they were at the door before he slowly followed. He didn't say a word the entire time, didn't even look at Cutter again until he reached the door.
He stopped and looked back, shaking his head. "Jesus, Cutter, she must be giving it to you really dirty. I've never seen anyone get so worked up over a whore before."
The screen swung shut and Cutter charged after him.
"No," I called out, desperate. "Let him go!" I grabbed Cutter by the arm, wrapping my hand around his muscular arm. Even through his jacket, you could tell how ripped he was. "He's not worth it."
Cutter's eyes locked on me and rage overcame him. "Have you lost your mind?" He pulled out of my grasp and kept moving toward the door before disappearing out onto the street.
"Cutter! Wait!" I ran after him but by the time I reached the doorway of the bar he was already half way down the street. Fire had been running but it didn't matter, Cutter had caught up to him effortlessly and now he had him by the collar of his jacket.
I wanted to chase after them, to do something. But I felt powerless; this was beyond anything I was allowed to be involved in. I wasn't worried about Fire, I could care less if he got the crap beat out of him but the war that Cutter would be starting… did he even realize how bloody things would get?
And all for what? Me? I was hardly worth it.
They were right. I was just a whore in their world.
"Cutter…" I called out, helpless. Tears stung my eyes as Cutter punched Fire in the face over and over again. Even from halfway down the block, I could see the blood and hear the screams.
Cutter was in a fit of rage, completely checked out of his own body. He was totally unaware of anything going on around him, too consumed by his thirst for blood and pain. Each time his fists sprung up then back down on Fire his eyes grew darker.
A crowd had started to form around them now. Sounds of approval echoed in and out of the streets around us. This was Red Sin territory, which meant the brothers were all too happy to find one of the most powerful members of their clan beating the shit out of a rival MC member.
After a while someone pulled Cutter off the barely alive body, shoving him backward through the crowd and standing him up straight. It looked like Blaze, a fellow committee member, who was trying to calm Cutter down.
He mumbled something to him and tried to push him back toward the bar but Cutter just shook his head, the message clear. He wanted to stay until the end, he wanted to watch Fire die.
The group of brothers that were watching the show closed in on Fire now, taking turns stomping his head into the pavement while he cried out, begging for his life with the little amount of energy he had left.
But it was of no use.
The brother's didn't let up and a few minutes later Fire let out one final yelp, like an animal that was being slain horrifically. A few more stomps and then the brother's backed away, leaving his twisted and bloody body laying in the middle of the sidewalk.
He was dead.
And the brotherhood was overjoyed.