Undaunted (The Kings of Retribution MC)

That earns him another fist to the face. Bloods gushes from his nose as he falls to his knees.

“You broke my nose,” he whines.

“I’m going to do more than break your fuckin’ nose.”

Bringing him to his feet, I slam him against the brick wall of the building, this time wrapping my hand firmly around his throat.

“Logan! Watch out!” Bella screams, just as Mason brings his hand up, slicing my arm with a knife.

Grabbing his wrist, I twist his hand back making him drop the weapon, and I tighten my grip on his neck causing his face to go red.

Reaching into my cut, I pull out my gun, pressing the tip of the barrel against his temple. “You’re eat up with stupid, aren’t you motherfucker.”

“Logan, he’s not worth it! Just let him go!” Bella bellows.

I cock my gun, my adrenaline pumping. “This fucker put his hands on you. I’m not letting that go. Get inside, Bella.”

She walks up and touches my arm. “Logan...look at me.”

When I don’t, she tries again. “Logan,” she says calmly. “Please. He’s not worth it.”

How can anyone want to hurt her?

“I can’t let this go, Angel.”

She nods. “I know. Just, don’t kill him. I’m more worried about what will happen to you. What if someone hears a gunshot and calls the police? I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

Shit. After getting mauled by this prick, the only person she’s thinking of is me? Not herself, but me.

I uncock and lower my weapon.

“Bella, go inside and find something to tie him up with.”

She goes to say something, but I cut her off.

“Woman! Get your sweet ass inside, and do what I said.”

Reluctantly, she walks inside, and as soon as she does, I turn back to the son of a bitch I’m still holding against the wall.

“I may not be ending your worthless life, but you’re going to wish I had before the night is through.” I shove him, releasing my grip on his neck.

Grabbing at the side of the brick wall, he gasps for air. “You won’t get away with this,” he spits out.

I let out a laugh. “Is this the part where you tell me your daddy is so and so?”

I give him a few more blows to the ribs, causing him to stumble a few feet before falling to his knees, trying to catch his breath again.

“I think maybe I’ll let some of my brothers have a little fun with you tonight,” I taunt, walking up behind him.

Spittle comes flying from his mouth as he starts to plead. “Please...I swear, I won’t bother Bella again. Please.”

I hate whiners.

Mason watches, as I pull my gun back out.

“Shit, man. You said you weren’t going to kill me,” he cries, putting his hands up.

I look down at him and shrug my shoulders. I proceed to take the butt of the gun, knocking his ass out with a blow to the back of the head. He collapses to the ground as Bella returns holding a couple of rolls of duct tape.