Page 48 of The Originals

“Think this is a fair fight?”

Mick arched his brow. “About as fair as you coming for my woman.”

“We didn’t fucking touch her.”

Mick glanced over at Meg, who was visibly shaking with her eyes darting around to all the men.

“That true, sweetheart?”

Her gaze shifted, wide-eyed and scared. When she finally met Mick’s stare, her eyes welled, and she nodded.

Mick turned back to the biker with a menacing grin. “In that case, I won’t torture you before I kill you. How’s that for fair?”

A few members of Satan’s Hex were realizing their fate and were in desperation mode. They tried to make a run for it, but none got past his brothers. Some were pushed and wrangled, and another punched, landing on the ground. This was starting quicker than he’d anticipated. He turned around to one of the prospects and lifted his chin toward the van.

“Get her outta here,” Mick snapped.

Meg was immediately whisked away into the van. He watched as it reversed and her eyes stared back at him. He’d wait. She didn’t need to see this. The van disappeared into the darkness, and Mick drew in a breath. He turned around and smiled, focusing on the member of Satan’s Hex who he’d allowed to walk away.

You’re fucking mine.

Chapter Twelve

The ride back to Ghosttown was numbing. Meg sat in the passenger seat of the van, staring out the window and not uttering a word. For his part, neither did the prospect driving or the other one sitting in the back. Her mind was racing with thoughts of what was happening with Mick and the club. Deep in her heart, she knew. But this time? She understood why.

What kind of person does that make me?

The van pulled up in front of the clubhouse. It looked different. There were only a few motorcycles parked on the side. No one on the front porch. Even the light coming from the window inside was dim. When she got out of the van, it was complete silence. No voices, no music. Nothing.

“Where do you want to go?”

She glanced over at the prospects standing side by side at the front of the van.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“If you want to go to Mick’s room, we’ll guard the door.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

His face hardened. “Yeah, we do. And we will. Until Mick gets back, wherever you go?” He paused, sharing a look with the other guy. “We go.”

“Can I just wait inside, maybe at the bar?”

The idea of being isolated in a room was intensifying her anxiety.

He nodded and walked toward the door while the other gestured for her to follow. It wasn’t until they walked in that she realized they had her protected on all sides. She stopped shortat the entrance, eyeing the room. She’d never seen it empty. It almost gave off a homey vibe. Oddly, it was comforting.

“Where is everybody?” she asked.

He furrowed his brows. It was a silly question considering how many members of Ghosttown showed up with Mick. It was a massive group. She hadn’t realized at the time, but it was the whole club. She clasped her hands, walking to the middle of the room, peering around.

“None of the girls are here.”

“Club whores and everyone else was ordered to leave.”

She bit her lip, nodding.

“Not all.” The soft feminine voice had Meg spinning around.