Page 8 of Fall of Hellfire (Hellfire Society #3)
Riot lets out a snarl of fury at the sound of Ali's pain.
No doubt the images of Shane bringing her to us bloody and broken flashing through his mind as his shadowy figure jumps up and begins to move, rushing the men that stand in our way of getting Ali help.
Gunshots ring out as he rushes forward with a battle cry.
Not wanting to be left out, Cash follows suit, rushing the left side as everyone focuses on the rampage of fury coming from the right.
As much as I want to join them, I decide not to go far, knowing Shane and Ali need my protection.
Well, Ali needs me in her current state.
I keep low at the corner edge of the ring as I focus on the flashes of barrels and shadows moving to the front of me.
My eyes are trying to take everything in and process it with little light.
Shooting blind probably wouldn't be a great idea since Riot and Cash are now in the fray, so I tuck my gun to my back, pulling out a small blade.
I almost wish we were back in the trials, and I had my baseball bat.
At least there we had the moon giving us some light, and Ali was beside us.
Actually, if she were able, I bet the little spitfire would be right in the middle of this mess, betting Riot she could take out more men than him.
The thought brings a small smile to my face before the image of Ali lying on the counter, bruised and almost unrecognizable, flashes through my mind.
Pain hits my chest like a freight train.
My heart aches for the woman that came crashing into our lives.
Seeing someone in so much pain had never bothered me before until the sight that greeted us when Shane came barging through the door, holding a limp Ali.
I had never felt fear like I did in that second, thinking she was dead.
I felt so much relief once I saw that she was still breathing, but it was short-lived as I took her in up close.
Cuts, bruises, and more littered her body, but that wasn't the hardest part to see.
No. That sick fucking bastard—Ethan Black, because it had to have been him—the word MINE into her skin.
Like he truly thought she belonged to him or something.
He will get what is coming to him in due time; we will make sure of that.
A soft creak sounds from my left, pulling me from my thoughts as a figure dressed in all black lunges at me.
The asshole takes me by surprise as he tackles me to the ground.
I roll my body with his as we tumble over each other, limbs flying as we both try to get the upper hand.
My knife clatters to the floor somewhere nearby, but I don't have time to even think before a fist comes flying towards my head.
The air whooshes as I barely dodge the blow before returning my own.
We're both on our sides, holding each other down, but I take a chance and throw myself on top of the man before he can buck me off and I start raining down blows.
I don't care where I hit as long as I land them.
As the man pulls up his arms in an attempt to block the assault, my fists hit their mark.
He lets out a grunt of pain as my fist finds an opening between his raised arms, and my knuckles land across his face.
The asshole starts bucking like a wild bull, trying to throw me off, but I bear down my weight.
Next, he raises his knee, slamming it into my back, the side that is still healing from a gunshot wound.
My body flies forwards, giving the man a small window to roll us until he is now above me. Fuck.
He begins his assault, much like mine, punches flying everywhere they can land.
I grunt out as he lands a few. Both of us are huffing and puffing, but neither of us back down.
The asshole gets a lucky punch in, the hit landing on my face and making me see stars.
I jerk my body to the side suddenly, throwing the dick off balance as I throw my elbow back and into his face.
He cries out, giving me the upper hand again as I shift my weight.
I'm climbing to my knees when another creak in the floor catches my attention.
I jerk my head to the side to see yet another figure rounding the corner of the ring and move to where Shane and, once again, quiet Ali are.
Double fuck. I lunge forward to stop the new asshole when a hand wraps around my foot and yanks.
I tumble to the ground, my chin slamming hard.
"Fuck," I curse before spinning to my back and kicking. My foot slams into a hard form, hopefully the fucker’s face, as he lets go.
I scramble to my feet to attempt to lunge forward again, when my hand lands on cold metal.
Fuck yes. The blade slices my palm, but the pain is nothing but a pinch as I grab the hilt in my grip and rush forward.
I slam into the second black-clothed figure, and before he realizes what I have, I arc the blade up over my head and down into the second man's chest. Pulling the blade out, blood splatters across my body before I slam the blade down three more times.
The figure slumps forward towards me before I shove him back and he falls to the floor with a loud thump.
I spin on my heel, expecting the first guy who attacked to attack again, but no one comes for me.
Through the dim light I can see a body slumped on the floor a few feet away.
A cry of pain echoes through the room, coming from Riot, before someone else cries out, followed by another body hitting the floor.
Suddenly the room is filled with more silence.
The only sound is the huffing and puffing of whoever is left.
I keep the knife in my grip as I turn toward the front door and call out.
"Who's left standing?" I know it's a stupid question. One, I’m giving my own position away, and two, who is actually going to answer it.
"I'm almost disappointed they didn't put up a decent fight," Riot calls out, grunting in pain before dropping what I'm guessing is a blade he was stabbed with.
"For once I actually agree with you, brother." Cash responds as his voice nears me. "But these assholes were merely a speed bump on the way to our main destination." I snort at that. "Shane?"
"Y-Yeah."
"How is she?" I say, moving towards the back of the room where I left them. Shane shifts, turning with Ali held tight to his chest.
"Not good," he says, his tone sad and concerned.
Stepping forward, I reach for my girl, needing to hold her, to know that she is alive myself.
He releases her to me, and I stand, turning to the front of the room.
I can see Riot and Cash at the front door, already checking for any more possible threats.
I move towards them, Shane staying close.
When we're close enough, I call out, "Well, let's not wait around for more assholes to show up. "