Page 84 of Queen Of Clubs
Shoving my hand in my pocket, I wrap it around my switchblade and pull it free as I charge toward them. I do my best to keep my rage to myself, not saying a word as I barrel toward them.
My body collides with the guy pressed against Jade, sending us both crashing to the ground. The guy grunts and curses, clearly taken by surprise. Before he can do anything else, I ram the blade into his stomach.
Over and over again, I let red take over my vision. I know what he was going to do to her, and he deserves to die for it.
Jaw tight, nostrils flaring, I just keep blindly stabbing him. He screams in pain, thrashing, trying to get me off him.
His buddies snap into action, grabbing for me, trying to pull me off. But I’m swinging wildly now, letting out a cry of pure murderous rage. I ram my elbow back, catching one of them in the face. He cries out, stumbling to the ground.
“You crazy fucker!” the last of them screams. “Get the fuck off him!” He pulls at me and takes a swing, but I duck, rolling away before jumping to my feet.
“Crazy?” I ask him, chest heaving as I cock my head to the side, feeling something wet against my skin. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
The guy looks to his friend that I stabbed, and the one who staggers to his feet, eyes wide with fear. Maybe it’s the crazed look on my face that promises he’s next.
“If you want the whore, just take her. We don’t want any trouble,” he growls out.
Did he just call my omega a whore?
“Oh, but you see, I do. I want all the fucking trouble. You signed your death certificates when you felt the need to touch my omega,” I growl, low and deep.
“I didn’t do shit!” he spits. “I didn’t touch her.”
“No, but you were going to take your turn when your buddy was done with her, weren't you?”
The guy who I elbowed in the face looks at me, fear in his eyes, rightfully so. His nose is broken, which I can tell by the way it's bent. Blood streams down his face and onto the stone path below. He looks at his friend on the ground who’s groaning and likely bleeding out, then back to me, with the bloody blade still clutched in my hand and pointed to the guy in front of me—then he turns, taking off down the path.
“Please,” he begs, realizing he has no chance against me as I step forward. “We were just messing around.”
“You think raping a woman is just messing around?” I ask deadly calm. “That would mean me killing both of you is just messing around too, right?”
The sky above us flashes and a few seconds later, there’s this loud boom that vibrates everything around us as the sky opens up and the rain begins beating down on us.
For years, this darkness has been festering inside, growing into something far more sinister. Back when we were kids, Jade was the light that snuffed out my dark.
But without her, it got harder and harder not to let it swallow me whole. The guys helped, slowing down the process, but with each passing day Jade wasn’t with me, in my arms, safe, I lost a piece of myself.
And now she’s here, in my life, in my arms, and in my fucking bed. There is nothing in this world that I’d ever allow to take that away from me again. I would kill to keep her, kill for her, just... kill.
“Zane.” Jade’s voice has me whipping my head around. Her eyes are wide, tears streaming down her face making my gut twist. Maybe it’s the rain? Or both?
Looking away was a mistake because the guy lets out a battle cry, giving me enough time to turn back just in time for him to tackle me to the ground. We go down hard, my head bashing against the path. Jade screams my name, but my head pounds, the ringing in my ears so damn loud.
The guy above me screams in pain, and when I go to move my hand with the blade, I realize it's stuck in something. Him.
Quickly, I roll us so that he’s on his back. Ripping the blade free, I toss it to the side and start using my fists. With each hit, my fist meets his flesh, and I grow more and more numb.
“You fucking touched my omega!” I roar. “I’m going to fucking kill you!”
Again and again, I take out my rage until he stops fighting, but I keep going and going.
“Zane, please, stop!” Jade sobs from behind me, her voice finally breaking through the sound of the ringing. “Zane, you're going to kill him.” Good, I want him to die. I want both of them to die. They touched her, they hurt her. They were going to fucking rape her.
“Zane, baby, please. Don’t do this. If you kill them, you’ll go to jail. I can’t lose you again. Please, don’t make me live without you again.”
I stop swinging, my chest rising and falling rapidly. Slowly, the rage clears as I look up into my Trouble’s green eyes.
“Your eyes shine so pretty in the streetlight,” I murmur, unable to look away.