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Muffin walked up to the steps and swung the chain at Marcus’s face. It caught everyone off guard. The sound of the metal cracking against skin and bone… sickening.
Marcus’s head flew back and blood sprayed into the air and spit at the white kitchen walls.
“Muffin!” Cyrus roared.
But it was too late. Muffin swung the chain again. And again… Slade tried to jump in but took an elbow to the mouth. A split lip. The only one who could stop Muffin was Priest.
Priest looked at Cyrus and when he got the nod, it was time to step in. Was Priest afraid of Muffin? No. Did Muffin irk Priest? Big time. It didn’t make sense to Priest that this literal seven-foot guy could be this violent one second and then the next put on an apron and make an apple pie that could put the entire club into a food coma.
Muffin went to swing the chains again and Priest threw himself at Muffin, right shoulder first. The two huge men didn’t just hit the kitchen wall. They shattered it. The house shook.
Muffin dropped the chains and swung a heavy fist to the middle of Priest’s back. Priest wrapped his arms around Muffin, then turned and threw him. As Muffin stepped back and regained himself, Priest grabbed the thick, bloody chain and wrapped it around his right fist. Priest brought his fist back and nodded at Muffin. Muffin stood still and took a few breaths.
“It’s okay, brother,” Cyrus said to Muffin. “It’s all okay. We did what we said, right?”
“Fucking hell,” Darrow said. “I think he killed the guy.”
Fitz stepped up to next to Darrow. He touched his stomach. “Oh, fuck. He’s…”
Marcus suddenly coughed and opened his eyes on his beat up face. He lifted his right hand, shaking.
“I can’t watch this,” Darrow said.
“Fuck him,” Fitz said.
He spit on Marcus and then shot him. The gunshot made everyone’s ears ring.
“I thought we needed him alive!” Slade yelled.
“Ah, Christ,” Cyrus growled.
He turned and punched a cabinet, splintering the door.
“I fucked up,” Muffin said. “I lost my mind and I fucked up. I’m sorry, guys. It was just seeing her… seeing Nova like that… chained up… and then…”
Priest dropped the chain and walked up to Muffin. He grabbed Muffin’s face with one hand.
“It’s all good, Muffin,” Priest said. “He deserved it. Scum fuck.”
Priest turned and took his gun out and shot Marcus. Cyrus nodded. The rest of them shot Marcus. Linc emerged from the basement with Nova. The outlaws quickly lined up, blocking Marcus’s torn up corpse to keep Nova from seeing it.
“It’s handled,” Cyrus said to Nova.
“Thank you guys,” Nova whispered.
“I’m taking her back,” Linc said.
“I’m following you,” Fitz said. “You shouldn’t drive alone.”
“Agreed,” Cyrus said. “We’ll handle this here. You take care of our girl, Linc.”
“She’s my girl,” Linc said. “Always. Forever.”
Linc kissed the top of Nova’s head. Then he swept his left hand under her legs and picked her up. He carried her through the house and out of it.
Nova curled up in Linc’s arms, smelling his shirt, his leather cut, his skin. The scent of an outlaw. Linc continued to carry Nova. He would do so, to the end of the world and back.
Just for a chance to have her love.
