“What do we know?” Ky was straight to the point. Ziggy and Tech pull out a bunch of papers looking like blueprints and a laptop. I wasn’t trained the way all the men were so I sat and listened trying to decipher the way they were speaking, until asked to speak. Pinky was sitting to our direct left was the first to speak to me directly.
“You sure you can kill this guy?” I know it was a question they all had. Doubt was written across their faces plain as day. The fear I’d had when I walked in gone, anger in its place. Not in the club but at The Devil's Posse.
“Yes, I know I can.” I stared them all down looking each of them in the eye. The memories of Dante’s torment setting off blinding rage giving me the courage I need.
“We are all sticking out our necks to hold this guy for you to get your day Miss Alexy. We want to be absolutely sure you aren’t going to chicken out and get Sadist here killed.” Sounds of agreement filled the room, and I felt Ky’s hand tightening on my hip. I turned my attention to Pinky, trying to reign in my anger. In one swift move, I took Ky’s knife from its holster, put it to Pinky’s throat and pinned him against his chair.
“I think I can handle it.” I calmly hold it against the beating vein in his neck. The room is a sudden outburst of noise and energy all at once cheering me on. Pinky even smiles as he tries to pull back from the knife in my hand.
“Well, all right Miss Alexy. Let's do this.”
Chapter 14: “Got Your Six” Five Finger Death Punch
The plan is easy. Well easier said than done. We are all suited up. Ky has me wearing a bulletproof vest under tons of leather. I may sweat to death before we ever get there. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him nervous but he was even quieter than his usual twenty words a day max self. He walks me to the van and gives me a brief kiss before closing the doors. Knocking the side to let the drivers know we are headed out. Seconds after the thunderous rumble of engines roar around us, we begin to head out.
Three hours later I feel like I’m a kid about ready to ask if we were there yet when we finally pull onto a dirt road. That's when Linx tells me to get down on the floor of the van and gives me a run through of what's about to go down. They are going to enter the compound and surge on where they know Dante is held up. Ky has called in all six other chapters to surround the compound so this time there is no escape for The Devils Posse.
It’s quiet for what seems like an eternity. Then there’s nothing but the sounds of bullets flying, men yelling, and glass breaking. The windshield of the van I’m in explodes around us, and I feel the weight of someone crashing down on top of me.
“Stay down!” Linx Yells over the noise, I wasn’t struggling. I was just lying there. I couldn’t find the courage to say anything. Everything was so loud, bangs and pops, followed by my screaming, all of it vibrated through the van’s metal floor. Every once in a while a larger bang would sound off rattling the vehicle. Slowly the noise eases down. I wait for it to stop. Finding myself more worried about Ky than anything else I’m experiencing at the moment.
I can hear Linx’s radio going off and tell him to get off me to answer it. He doesn’t move. It takes me seconds to realize Linx isn’t breathing and I do my best to shrug him off me, I ignore the wet hot blood covering my back. Its warm stickiness seeping around me onto the floor.
Suddenly, there’s more gunfire outside of the van. I look him over trying to see if I can find out where he was hit and stop the bleeding. I find the wound between his vest and armpit, and immediately apply pressure as I check for a pulse. I find one. It's weak but it's there wound is still bleeding even with the pressure I’m putting on it so I do the only thing I can think off at that moment and shove my fingers into it.
Linx doesn't move but through the wound I can feel his pulse again. I do my best at one handed chest compressions till I can feel him take a shallow breath. I feel a moment of triumph. Just before I yell at him, cursing and begging him not to die over and over.
The radio on his hip goes off again and I try and grab it with my free hand, his blood making the device slippery. Without waiting to hear something other than stations. I press the button down and speak unsure of what protocol I’m braking.
“HELP! Medic! I need a Medic! Linx is shot! I have a pulse but he’s bleeding to death!” I scream into the radio. It takes a few seconds but Pinky comes on.
“Lex, keep working on him. We will be there as soon as we can.” I can’t respond. I’m crying because I’m worried that it wasn’t Ky that responded I’m worried that I'm going to lose this guy and he tried to save me even after he knew he was shot. And I feel this is all my fault. The noise around us is slowly dying down or just moving further away. Linx has turned a weird shade of gray but I can still feel a pulse and he’s warm. As long as he stays warm I won’t lose hope. The radio is only noise I hear now. Other than Linx’s shallow stuttered breaths.
“Lex, we are on our way is Linx still breathing?” Ky’s voice comes over the radio and I cry into it.
“Yes! Yes he’s still breathing! Please hurry!” I drop the radio in relief and begin to cry as I hear them approach the van their rushed footsteps over the gravel and voices now audible. The doors open allowing bright light to pour in.
Ky:
We open the van doors to find Linx on the van floor in an unnatural position on his side and back with Lexi’s knees propping him up and her fingers shoved into a wound on his chest. “I can’t get the bleeding to stop. I couldn’t get his vest off and it took me awhile to get him breathing again. Every breath is so shallow you can barely tell he’s breathing at all.” Cross and I enter the small space at the same time.
“He saved me Ky, I didn’t realize he was shot till he didn’t respond to me.” She’s close to tears again.
“He’s not dead yet. You are doing all the right things. Braver than most men sticking your fingers in his chest like that.” All the guys hovering around the doors agree. Cross and I pass equipment back and forth till we have everything we need. “Lexi we have oxygen on him. On the count of three I need you to remove your fingers so we can clamp the artery.”
Alexis:
They count and I do as I’m told feeling a slight sucking sensation as I pull my fingers from his wound. Cross finds the artery and closes it off quickly. Ky handing him the equipment and supplies he needs. As I watch everything going on my stomach decides for me that I’ve had enough. “Move him off me or I’m going to puke on him!”
“Puke on the floor.” Cross says still focusing on his patient.
Ky looks up at my face of terror. “We have to get his vest off anyway. Let her up.” They shift him off my legs quickly as possible as I lurch to my feet heading for the door. Pinky catches me and helps me down, grabbing my hair and pulling it out of the way just in time for everything I had in my stomach to come up. The heaving slows and I finally get my bearings again. I’m almost scared to look up, I figure puking makes you some kind of pussy in this group. But no one's paying any attention to me.
Ky and Cross are still working on Linx. The other guys are discussing everything that went down on their end. Like I wasn’t loudly emptying my stomach a second ago. Pinky is the only one focusing on me.
“Sit back against the bumper for a sec and chill.” He hands me a water canteen off his vest.
“Thanks,” I say and I mean it, washing the taste of bile out of my mouth before I down the rest of the water. Still slightly embarrassed I hand him back the canteen without looking him in the eye.
“Lexi. We’ve all puked. You’re good okay?” I nod as everyone finally seems to tune back in. Now they start swapping puke stories they experienced in the military, making me feel like I belonged for the first time in my life.[2]
A few minutes go by and we finally hear from Cross and Ky. “Linx is awake. Blood pressure is holding and he looks like he’s going to make it.” Cheers all around followed by slaps on the back. “We are going to have The Prospects take him back. Lex are you still good on the original plan?
” Ky asks. My mind switches gears. Locking back onto the anger I’ve felt since the kidnapping. Now ten times stronger since I almost lost someone who had just tried to save me. I pull my hair back braiding it quickly and speak over my hair tie in my teeth.
“Let's do this.” More cheers. There’s no going back now.
Chapter 15: “God of Anger” Droid
The entire way into the building there’s, blood, bullet casings and bodies everywhere. I can’t tell where they end and begin. The air is heavy with the stench of copper and sulfur. I can’t imagine what it would have been like to have been here while it was all going on.
All around us our men are pulling out the wounded to be questioned and handled as we pass by heading downstairs to a room in the basement. It takes my eyes a minute to adjust as we head into the dark space. Ky holding my hand helps me off the last step that has a good foot drop to the basement floor. Clearly they were starting renovations to have their clubhouse more like ours.
I look up to see a light ahead with Stryker and Mercy standing by a man tied to a metal pipe in almost the same fashion I had been. The events from earlier in my mind gone, replaced only by rage and something else I couldn’t quite place. Calm maybe?
All the men that normally sit around the same table in church enter the room behind me. Ky at my side as we approach Dante. He looks up from his spot on the pole.
“You let your bitch come with you and call the shots now Sadist? You're weak.” I show him the same treatment he gave me as I elbow him in the face feeling his nose crack under the blow.
“Is that anyway to treat to a lady?” I ask as he holds his ground. The men behind me are silent as they take in the scene before them.
“Fucking cunt! When I get free I’m going to fucking kill you!” I smile and look down at him, from my position he’s looking up at me
“Well you can try. Even if you did somehow make it through me do you really think you’d make it through them?” I nod my head at the men behind me. When he glances at them, I take the opportunity to stab a small knife into his spinal column making his arms and legs useless. But still able to feel pain. “Pity, I just don’t think that's going to work out for you.” His eyes look at me in horror. “You see Sadist and I are a lot more alike than you think. We both like pain, we both have a passion for knives and we both enjoy hurting other people.” I look up to see Ky’s silver eyes completely black as he looks at me lust written across his face. Dante finds his voice again
“What are you going to do?” I nod at him tsking, waving the knife back and forth in a disciplinary movement his blood dripping off the blade
“All your men are dead, your fortress has crumbled, and now the king has been dethroned and must pay for his evil ways.” His face begins to pale considerably. “Sadist.” I can’t see him but I feel him by my side. I look Dante in the eye “Let's put him on display for all the others who think they can top the King and Queen of Malicious Intent.” Ky moves to hold Dante’s head steady and I begin carve our initials into the flesh of Dante's chest his color drains completely.
I start to heat up one of Ky’s knives with a butane lighter waiting for their edges to glow orange. “I need him on that table on his stomach please.” Ky and Pinky set to work on moving Dante from the pole.
“Let me go! I can’t do anything anymore. I can’t even fucking move!” He's laid on his stomach on the table body limp other than his constant head movements and talking. Pinky and Ky stand on either side of the table next to us. With their help I step on to the table and straddle Dante's back immediately taking the orange glowing knives to the top inside of his shoulder then down to just under his shoulder blade, pulling slightly outwards creating two flaps.
I set to work on severing the muscle holding the bone in place. The hot blades cauterizing as the cut is made to hold off bleeding. I ignore Dante’s screams and open the skin on his back laying it to the sides.” His screams growing louder causing me to lose focus in my work.
“SHHHH!” I bring the same blood covered knives to his lips, he stares back at me silently “Did you know when the Vikings created this punishment, they believed that if you sat silently without screaming through this your soul would be allowed to enter the gates to Valhalla, aka their Heaven. If you screamed your soul would not be allowed passage, and then you would be lost left to wander for all eternity. If you believe in any sort of God now maybe the time to reflect on these words.”
Going back to work I notice Ky’s eyes are wide as he watches. I try to stay focused cutting into the muscle and beginning to lift the first of Dante's wings from his back before setting to work on the other one. One slice at a time.
Childhood memories of Ky teaching us how to gut and clean a deer flash through my head. I learned my lessons well becoming one of his best students. Reaching into the second gaping wound in his back I pull out his remaining shoulder blade and the flesh on top of it to look like the wings of an eagle.
“Dante? Are you still with me?” I get a wheezing sound in response. Pinky splashes salt water in Dante’s face warranting a grunt and Dante coming to “This is the price you pay. For the torture you bestowed upon others. For the women and men you burned your markings into and the beatings and rape they took.” I come to the table eye to eye with the man who tortured me, making sure my face is the last he sees during his final moments. “String him up boys.”
Ky:
I have never been harder in my life. Watching my four foot ten inch tall woman do a blood eagle on some someone who wronged her in the worst ways. At her request the guys move forward to string the president of The Devils Posse up displaying his new wings for all to see. Pinky steps up beside me his eyes on Lexi her face still determined.
“Damn man, what the fuck are you teaching that girl?” I smile.
“Not a damn thing she came up with that one on her own. I was in the dark as much as you were.” He looks me over. No point in hiding the fact I’m hard as a rock.
“Well everyone's said it for years but I think they were right to say that y’all were made for each other. She’s a tiny little demon lady forged in the fires of Hell for the Devil himself.
Chapter 16: “Rebel Yell” Dope
I feel Ky’s approach as I watch the men do as I requested. All of them with nods of respect and some looking as green as I did only minutes before. He walks past me to the table pressing his thumb into the blood on its surface and then into my mouth. But I’m not disgusted as I should be. I’m turned on, I think I finally understand the Ky/Sadist combo at this point. What he was talking about when Pinky gave him his nickname. The power you feel from having someone's life in your hands and being the one to end it. It's a high unlike any other.
I looked up into Ky’s silver understanding eyes quickly wrapping my hand around the back of his head and pulling him to me for kiss. Our tongues dancing with the coppery tang in each other’s mouth. Someone clears his throat and we pull back slowly acknowledging our crowd. I’m sure the looks on our faces said it all. Pinky holds up his hands in surrender. “Milady, the dark deed you requested has been done. The president of The Devils Posse now has a great view of the foothills from a top his castle.” He does a curtsey before motioning all the other guys to follow him out the door heading back up and out of the building.
Ky comes to stand behind me, kissing my neck, as Pinky’s footsteps head into the distance. His hardness pressed into the small of my back. “You really do get off on this don’t you?” He bites into my neck pulling me closer.
“Yep,” is all I get out before he is tilting my face up to his giving me another passionate kiss. He pulls back his blood splattered face looking serious.
“Regrets?” he asks.
“No, I keep waiting to see if I feel anything like that. It scares me a little bit that I feel I should care more, but I don’t and that I loved every moment of it. The control and power. The blood... But regrets? No. Okay maybe one. Next time. I want you to do it with me.” His eyes darken mo
re. I dip my fingers into the blood on the table feeling it as it cools. “And to think I threw up not even an hour ago because I had my fingers in a man holding his artery to keep him from bleeding to death.” Ky touches my fingers to his tongue, and sucks them gently, heat making heat bloom instantly in my lower belly.
“There’s a difference. You care for Linx, he protected you. Dante tried to destroy you and doing so possibly set the girl I remember as I child free.” I eye him.
“What do you mean?” He puts my hand on his chest right over his heart, curling my fingers so my nails sink into him.
“I wasn’t the only one who did mean things for fun. I remember a certain small redhead using every opportunity to sink her nails or teeth into my flesh to see how much pain I could stand before saying anything.” It came rushing back to me
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