Page 26 of Iona's Christmas
“Open it!” Oracle bellowed beside me.
I kept running ass the gate opened, and I ran through and up the lane. I saw the car in front of me and pointed. Towards me rode a Harley, Etienne sitting proudly on it.
“Gun!” I shrieked as he passed the vehicle and glanced in. He started to circle back.
“No! Gun! Gun!” I exclaimed as I continued sprinting. A man got out, exactly as my vision and my heart nearly stopped. A gunspat, and Etienne fell backwards from his bike, which zoomed off into the bushes.
I reached Etienne and collapsed beside him as I checked him over for his wound.
“If my motorbike is damaged, I’m gonna kill that asshole,” Etienne complained. Once I was reassured, he wasn’t hurt. I punched his chest, making him groan, and I fell onto him sobbing.
“Take him!” Undertaker was yelling at someone, and I heard Iona screech.
“You damn traitorous bitch! Warden, let go of me, I’ll smack some whore tonight.” Iona was shouting.
Slasher landed next to me and began checking Etienne over.
“There’s no bullet wound, Cécile. Noble got a barrier up just in time,” Slasher explained.
“That’s what I ran into?” Etienne groaned.
“Yeah. But at least you’re alive,” Slasher replied cheerfully.
I glared balefully at him.
“I’ll fuckin’ gut you, cunt,” Dare hissed, and I lifted my head from Etienne’s chest.
The woman, who I recognised as a club whore called Lolita, was struggling with Vogue, who simply turned and punched her straight in the face. Lolita went down like a ton of bricks, and her eyes rolled up. A man was on his knees with Bogeyman holding him down and Blister pointing a gun to his head.
He wore a Screaming Barons cut. Warden held Iona back, who had now stopped fighting him to get at Lolita. Lindy calmly strolled over and kicked the bitch three times before stepping away.
“Iona, this is club business. Come on, lovely, we’ve got presents to wrap,” Lindy stated.
Iona spat on Lolita before allowing herself to be walked away. I kept hold of Etienne’s hand as Slasher healed a few broken bones and bruises.
“My ride?” Etienne demanded.
“It’s scratched but not badly damaged. You wanted a custom paint job anyway,” Wisecrack answered, wheeling the Harley Fatboy back towards us.
Etienne nodded as Slasher said he could get to his feet. I scrambled up and helped Etienne up. He moved over to his bike stiffly and stood by it as he also looked it over.
“Does someone want to tell me what happened?” he asked.
“Cécile had a vision,” Oracle explained.
“You saw me getting shot?” Etienne demanded, and I nodded as I wrapped myself around him.
I ignored the knowing looks the brothers swapped. Etienne was destined to be one of the greatest loves of my life. Just because we weren’t fucking one another didn’t mean we did not care about each other. Etienne might not be my soulmate, but he was loved, and that is all that mattered.
“I’m okay,” Etienne soothed, and I knew he could feel my pounding heart.
“Looks like we had a leak,” Warden said as he stared down at Lolita.
“That bitch has sucked her last cock,” Dare hissed.
“Take them to the dungeon,” Warden ordered as Blister pulled up with a van. Romeo psychically punched the man unconscious and threw him in the back. Lolita followed. Romeo jogged round and climbed into the front.
“We’ll have answers for you when you arrive, Prez,” he called, and Blister sped off.