Slay (Storm MC 4)

“Donovan!”

My mother stepped into the fray. She frantically tried to pull me away from the fight, but my rage had taken over.

My anger and hatred owned me.

It ruled me.

It stripped me of the control I’d carefully cultivated in my life.

“Donovan, you’ll kill him! Stop!”

I ignored her. I wanted to kill him. His death could not come fast enough.

When he finally went down, I didn’t stop. I kept punching. His face was mangled, and every inch of it was covered in blood, but I could still hear his breathing. I wasn’t done yet.

“Donovan! I don’t want to lose you, too.”

Her words filtered through to me, causing me to stop.

Lose me? Why would she lose me?

I turned to her with a questioning glance.

“If you kill him, you’ll go to jail.” She choked on a sob. “I’ve given him up...all I have left is you. Please stop . . . ”

Fuck.

My mind frantically tried to process everything going on. I looked down at my father. Sprawled unconscious on the ground, bloody, and battered, but still fucking breathing. I looked back at my mother. Distraught, tears streaming down her cheeks, worry and panic clear on her face.

Fuck.

This was going to fucking happen, but not in front of my mother.

I stepped away from him.

“Go inside,” I said to her.

“What are you going to do?” she begged to know.

Before I could answer her, the rumble of bikes filled my ears. Turning, I saw three bikes pull up.

What the fuck?

I stalked toward them. “What the fuck do you want?”

They were Storm bikers, and one of them jerked his chin at Marcus. “He asked us to meet him here. You want to tell us what the hell happened.”

“No. What I want is for you to fuck off and leave my father and I to deal with family fucking business.”

He pulled his gun out as a menacing look crossed his face. “Doesn’t look like Marcus is dealing with anything.”

I stepped forward so the gun was pressing into my chest. “You use that, and you’ll have shit come down on you like you’ve never fucking known,” I snarled.

The air tensed with a standoff none of us wanted to back down from.

“Donovan!”

I jerked my head to look at my mother.