The Outlaw's Obsession (4 page)

 
“Shit,” Jagger said. He and the other Grizzlies took off their cuts and tossed them in the back of the truck. The laugh that came from Trick told Jagger that the Wolverine was aware of what in the hell was going to happen. Shit, he had baited Brick for the sole purpose of getting under his skin. Apparently even business deals with these fuckers turned out bloody.

“I mean, taking the pussy way out had been the best route for you, anyway.” There was a chorus of laughter from Trick and his men. “But keep on walking, boys. I mean, you wouldn’t want to fuck with a bunch of wolverines anyway.” And it was at that moment, right when Brick’s grizzly broke through and all hell broke loose, that Jagger realized there would be a lot of blood spilled today.

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The moment Sonya had heard the about stampede of footsteps outside of her bedroom door she had crept out of her cell. She saw the last of the prospects leave out the front doors and slipped out of her room, feeling a little unsure if luck was actually with her today and she had an opportunity to escape. She couldn’t remember a time when Trick had anyone that was an outsider at the clubhouse, and certainly not another MC. Sure, the Wolverines had come back bloodied, bruised, and some even being carried by others because they were dead, but they had always come back alone. She might not know why another MC was here, but she didn’t care. She was taking this chance to save herself. So this might have been her one and only chance at getting out of here. She’d much rather take her chances out in the surrounding woods than being stuck in this hellhole another minute longer. When she made her way into the main part of the clubhouse she unfortunately saw her ever present prospect guard dog. He was close enough to reach for her, and that was exactly what he did. He grabbed her arm and yanked her toward him.

“
Prez
told you to stay in your room.”

 
She glared up at Mickey/Ricky. He had been giving her the
rapey
eyes since he came to the club.

“I’m thirsty.” He tightened his hold on her arm, but then loosened it enough that he could run his fingers along her skin.

It felt like ants moving along her body. “I don’t think
Prez
would take kindly to a lowly prospect feeling up what is his.” Sonya hated saying those words, hated using the disgusting thing she was to Trick as some kind of bargaining chip. But they had the desired effect she had planned. The asshole let go of her like she was made of acid.

“I’m going to get something to drink. I know my fucking place.” He snarled at her, but he turned around and headed toward the bar.

Sonya looked through the small window across from the tables and could see the Wolverines talking with another the other club. The other MC were bigger in height and muscle mass than Trick and his men, and they held themselves like they weren’t afraid of the owners of this territory. Despite the fact she couldn’t hear what was being said, she saw the way they were holding themselves. A fight was brewing, and any minute now things would get ugly. She stared at the male that was in front of his men, and clearly the leader of this particular MC. Her pulse increased, her hands became moist, and her throat tightened. She didn’t know what it was about him, or why just looking at him had this kind of reaction inside of her, but it was most definitely powerful enough to have everything inside of her seeming to go on riot. Even from the
distance,
and despite the fact they had never seen each other let alone spoken before, she felt this pull, this magnetism that she didn’t feel comfortable with. The sensation of someone watching her intently had her turning and glaring at the asshole prospect. He might have said he was getting a drink, and that he knew his place, but he was sitting at the bar, as if waiting for her to serve him. She grabbed a bottle of water out of the cooler and glanced out the window once more. There were several motorcycles owned by the other MC, but right before her heart plummeted at the fact she wouldn’t be going anywhere—at least not with the other bikers—she saw the huge pickup truck parked on the other side of the Harleys. Her pulse increased even further, and she felt as though her heart was going to burst through her chest.

“Get the fuck back in your room before I have to tell Trick you’re eyeing the Grizzly President like you want to ride his cock.” There was sick satisfaction in the prospect’s words.

Sonya looked in his face she knew he would tell Trick even though that wasn’t what had her heart racing. But before she could move there was a loud, animalistic growl. “Fuck.” The prospect asshole turned toward the window, and that was when he had sensed the fight before she had even realized it had started. He ran toward the front doors, but stopped at the armory cabinet and grabbed a lethal looking gun. Shouts, guns going off, and animalistic roars filled the air. A bullet tore through the front of the window, and she ducked just as it shattered the mirror behind the bar.

Covering her head with her arms, she felt the prick of the shards of glass raining down on her.
You’re alone, and you can’t waste any time.
Sonya didn’t even know if this other MC would make it out of here alive, but she couldn’t just sit here and wait to find out. By the time Trick and his men realized she was gone—if they survived—she hoped she would have put a substantial amount of distance between her and this level of hell.

Sonya was scared shitless, but the alternative frightened her even more. Besides, she doubted there would be another opportunity where she could escape. Slowly standing, she glanced right over the edge of the bar counter and made sure there weren’t any Wolverines or prospects around. One more glance outside showed a full on brawl with shifters. Grizzly bears and wolverines were going at it, but there were still men in their human forms shooting at each other. She ran toward where the guns were kept, grabbed the first handgun she saw, and checked to see if there were any bullets. She supposed that was the only thing she was thankful for while being here. Watching the MC load their guns showed her exactly what she was working with right now. But she had been taught to use a shotgun while on the farm with her dad, and although it had been years, she was confident in aiming at her target and pulling the trigger.

Moving over to the now busted out window, she kept the gun pressed to her thigh and leaned over to look out. It was a full on shifter brawl out there, but some of the males were still in their human forms, shooting at the other males. Blood covered the dirt ground in spatters of crimson, but Sonya wasn’t weak from the sight. All it did was cement the fact that she needed to get the hell out of here or that would be her bleeding out one day. The pickup was only ten feet or so from the clubhouse, an easy enough
path
, but that would have her trying to go unnoticed with all mayhem going on. But this was now or never, and she needed to at least try.

She moved away from the window when another bullet landed in the side of the building. There was no time for thinking. She just needed to act. Taking off as fast as she could toward the front door and still keeping her composure was a hard feat given the chaos that surrounded her. The front door was already ajar from the prospects hauling ass outside. She peeked through the crack, and pulled it open only enough to slip through. She didn’t wait, couldn’t afford to. Sonya sprinted toward the truck, ducked when she heard the rain of gunfire, but didn’t slow her pace. Everyone was so engrossed in their violence that they either didn’t see her blatantly running on the other side of their fight, or they did but couldn’t do anything about it. Either way luck was on her side. She ducked again at the sound of a gun going off far too closely, but when a bullet slammed into the ground right by her feet, she screeched and spun around. The
rapey
-eyed prospect stared at her, his gun hanging from his hand, but his eyes trained solely on her. She lifted the gun and aimed it at him, and cursed herself for the fact she couldn’t stop her hands from shaking. Adrenalin pumped through her veins, and she told herself that was the cause of her unsteady hand, and not the fucker moving closer to her. He chuckled as he eyed the gun she held.

“You don’t have it in you to shoot someone.
Me on the other hand.”
He shrugged and lifted the gun so it was aimed right at her, too. “I’ve killed more people than I can count, and each and every time it feels as good as getting off.” He grinned, his yellowing teeth flashing. “Now, go inside. The
Prez
will hear about this, of course, but I’m sure you coming on your own will be a hell of a lot better than what will happen to you if I have to drag your fat ass back in.”

She shook her head and tightened her hand on the butt of the gun.

“I’m not going anywhere with you. I’m leaving this fucking wasteland, even if that means dying in the process.”

His grin widened, and she knew that he would have no problem in killing her. Everyone around her was snarling, roaring out, and shooting their guns. But Sonya wasn’t about to go out like this, not just standing here in front of this fucker.

He charged forward and slammed her against the truck. The gun fell from her hand at the same time the air left her. They struggled, him trying to restrain her, and Sonya going crazy in the process of trying to get out of his grasp. She brought her knee up and connected right between his legs. The prospect let out a roar of pain and outrage and loosened his hold on her. But just as she scrambled for the gun he tackled her to the ground. Dust puffed up around them, but she felt the butt of the gun in her reach, grabbed it, and was able to turn around in his arms. He landed a punch to her side, and Sonya let out a cry of pain. Pushing away the tears that sprang up, she didn’t think, just brought the gun up and pulled the trigger.

Her eyes widened as the gun kicked back slightly. But then there was the sound of another gun going off, and then searing pain landed right in her shoulder. Maybe she was in shock, or maybe it was everything else that was happening around her, but she couldn’t feel anything aside from the rapid beat of her heart.

Bubba grinned, his teeth covered in blood, and she knew she had to shoot him again. And that’s just what she did. But she was working on instinct now, because if she didn’t stop him he was going to hurt her. On the second shot he fell back and sawed his legs as he scooted away from her. Sonya stood, still holding the gun, and kept it pointed right at him.

“You stupid fucking bitch.
I didn’t think you had it in you.” Blood gurgled up and spilled from his mouth and down his chin. He grinned again, and she pulled the trigger for the third time. When the bullet tore through his chest he slumped back, going completely motionless. A large pool of blood started to spread out underneath him, just adding to the violence and bloodshed that surrounded her.

 
She dropped the gun, the weight of it too heavy for her to hold, and stared at the dead body right in front of her. Sonya had never taken a life. But this guy had been bad, had done bad things, and had planned on hurting her. She had done the right thing, right? The blood continued to pool out from under him, and nausea slammed into her with so much force she stumbled back and pressed against the side of the truck.

Sound seemed to vanish, and it was like everything faded away as she continued to stare at that lifeless form. She should move, run, follow-through with her plan to escape, but it was like she was frozen to the spot.
Oh God.
This is what she had been reduced to, what the violence that had been her life for far too long had done to her. She was just like these males, these animals and killers. A wave of dizziness assaulted her, but then everything came back like a kick to the gut.
The sound, the smell of blood and animals, and the feeling that she was now being watched.
But the gunfire stopped, and all she could hear now was the heavy breathing of someone close. Sonya lifted her head from the man at her feet, and looked at a completely nude, tall and massively muscular guy standing a foot from her. She could see a small part of a dark tattoo that covered his chest through the blood that was splashed over his flesh like some kind of grisly painting. But Sonya’s eyes were blurry, and the details of it eluded her. His chest rose and fell as he breathed. He looked away from her and at the dead man on the ground.

This guy was the same one she had seen right before shit had gone down—the one she knew was the leader of this MC. He was also the same one that she had felt this uncomfortable magnetism toward. And it only seemed to intensify with him being so close. She may not be a shifter, but she knew he was no human, and that he was very dangerous. But that had nothing to do with what had just happened, or the fact he was covered in wounds and blood.

“You don’t understand English, female?” the leader asked.

Sonya blinked. She was still dizzy, but not so much so that she didn’t see the rest of this man’s crew moving up behind him.