Page 6 of Hellfire

Gripping his bloody neck, the raw power over him gave me an adrenaline rush.

“She’s in the east wing,” he cried.

My grip tightened ever so slightly, crushing his windpipe. Spider gasped like a fish out of water, his eyes bulging out of his head. His face was red from the lack of oxygen. I might not be able to kill the vampire by choking him, but it sure was fun.

Tank growled in irritation that I was taking too long. I sighed and added a second hand around his neck and pulled them apart, stretching the skin until it ripped. The sound sent a shiver of arousal down my spine as a malicious smile tugged at my lips. Blood poured from his gaping mouth as he choked until I separated his head from his body.

Dropping his head to the floor, I kicked it like a soccer ball. Tank took off down the hall after it and crushed his prize between his teeth. I cackled as I watched him lick his lips in carnal satisfaction. We might be here to save an innocent, but the Dark Legion never claimed to be seeking salvation.

Chapter Three

Katrina

A firm grip helped me sit up as my head spun. I groaned, mumbling, “I think I’m going to be sick.”

Gentle hands raked my hair back as I finally succumbed to the churning in my stomach, expelling what little food I had until I was dry heaving.

“Leona,” I breathed her name as a sob forced its way passed my lips.

Someone rubbed gentle circles along my back. Turning, I saw an unfamiliar man crouched down next to me. His long black hair hid his face from me.

“My daughter,” I pleaded.

“Not to worry, dove. Little bird is being rescued as we speak.”

I whipped my head inhisdirection and saw the MC President covered in blood.

“You?” I gasped and pushed backward on my butt until my back hit a wall, putting some much-needed space from both bikers.

“She is a pretty little thing,” the one holding my hair back said from a crouch beside me.

I hadn’t even heard him move, and for someone as big as him, you’d think you’d hear him coming a mile away. I scowled at him, not liking that this is the second time someone called me that today.

“Don’t call me that,” I snapped. I must be crazy for demanding anything from two bikers covered in blood.

“Tank,” the president said in warning.

The name was fitting. Everything about this man was massive. His arms were as thick as my thighs and his eyes as dark as the night sky. I was fairly certain if he were standing he would tower over his President too.

For a moment, Tank said nothing, and I regretted my outburst. Tank wrinkled his nose as he watched me from under a thick curtain of hair.

“Why can’t I call you pretty? You’re a goddess.” The way he said goddess made my stomach clench.

“Spider called me ‘pretty little thing’ too,” I confess. I didn’t know why I told him this, but ‌I felt compelled to explain. The bikers exchanged a look I couldn’t read. “I’m sorry but–”

The President growled and crouched before me, effectively caging me between Tank and the wall. I whimpered, closing my eyes as I waited for the strike that never came.

“Look at me, dove,” the President said patiently.

He brushed my black hair from my sweaty face when I finally did. I should have been afraid of him, but I wasn’t.

“I will never lay a finger on you. Anyone who does will die, just as Spider did.”

My mouth popped open in surprise. They were covered in blood, but I hadn’t realized theykilledhim. Footsteps echoed down the hall, pulling my attention away from the President’s piercing gaze. I leaned into Tank on instinct as the President faced a new threat.

Tank pulled me closer as he continued to crouch behind me. The way he moved was graceful and feline. He wrapped his massive arm around my chest. I looked above me, his long hair tickling my face. A rose tattoo covered the underside of his chin and neck, much like the one on their MC patch.

“Don’t be afraid, pretty girl,” Tank breathed into my ear as his arm tugged my body closer to his.