Page 75 of Property of Kevlar

These would be the supposed innocent bystanders. If the Bloody Scorpions weren’t complete pantywaists, they would stay and defend their club. The more hangers-on that got out of the way, the better. He only had so many bullets on him and didn’t want to waste them on people who meant nothing.

Once inside the large event space, Kevlar crouched beside a small stage, somewhat out of sight. He scanned the room. Screaming guests ran frantically around him. At a pool table, he spotted several vests and took aim, squeezing the trigger.

When the first Scorpion got hit, he flailed and fell. Now Kevlar had a clear line of sight and spotted the naked woman. Was it Kelsey? His heart froze, and his vision tinged red. Pointing the muzzle at the head of the man plowing her from behind, he narrowed his eyes.

No.

Brunette. Kelsey was his blond goddess.

He squeezed the trigger. Blood sprayed everywhere as his victim fell back.

The woman collapsed onto the table.

People kept blocking his view. How many fucking assholes were at this party? Proceeding deeper into the building, he moved past his brothers wrestling their enemies. Torch took a punch to the gut. Kevlar pulled a blade from a sheath on his belt and jabbed it into the side of the Scorpion, pinning his man.

After he gave it a twist, he yanked it out. Like a geyser, blood spurted everywhere.

Arms wrapped around his middle. A shoulder drove into his side.

Oof.

Knocked off-balance, Kevlar took a moment to realize he’d just been speared. The blade flew from his hand, but the gun remained.

He didn’t have time for this bullshit. He had to find Kelsey.

Thankfully, wearing a full biker helmet and a bulletproof vest meant that he wasn’t easily pummeled. His attacker might have gotten the jump on him, but Kevlar was smarter. After some tussling and grappling, he had the upper hand.

Jamming the gun under the man’s chin, Kevlar fired.

Blood covered his visor.

He climbed off his victim more determined than before and searched the much thinner crowd. All that remained were six Bloody Scorpions, the woman passed out on the pool table, Royal Bastards, and the mafia men.

Where the fuck was Kelsey?

Crack.

Pain ricocheted through his back as a thick pole slammed against him. Reflexively, Kevlar arched and turned toward his attacker.

With a wild look in his eye, Yogi tossed the pool cue to the side and yanked a large bowie knife from a sheath.

“You fucked up badly,” the Bloody Scorpion taunted through clenched teeth as he lunged forward.

Lifting the gun, Kevlar pulled the trigger.

Click. Click. Click.

Dammit.

Barely able to duck out of the way, the blade sliced into his shoulder, then Yogi’s full weight fell upon him, and the breath was knocked from his lungs. The two of them landed on the hard cement floor with a thud. Kevlar’s head bounced off the ground. Thankfully, he had a helmet.

Gasping for breath and struggling beneath the heavy biker, Kevlar tossed his useless gun away and scrambled to get access to another blade.

Yogi swung his arm wide and aimed for Kevlar. Fiery pain shot through his side as Yogi stabbed him again.

His life couldn’t end like this.

Kevlar barely had a chance. He couldn’t fail this quickly. Not to the Bloody Scorpions. Not on his home turf.