Page 9 of Sons of Hellfire (Hellfire Society #1)

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H ave you ever been on a mission to find someone that it almost felt like life or death?

Because right now, that’s what it feels like.

The moment I jumped from the train, I had one thought: Ali.

Just thinking of her name and the last time I saw her sends electric shocks through my body.

This is how I know she is the love of my life; I get tingles.

Who the fuck gets tingles from thinking about someone?

Someone in love, that’s who. It doesn’t matter that she has no idea who I am or that I’m her husband now.

Grease enough pockets, and just about anything is possible, like marrying a woman that you only met while she was unconscious.

Worst-case scenario, I’ll kidnap her and wait until Stockholm kicks in. I’ll be the best damn husband she has ever had, and if she’s had a husband before, well, then I’ll just kill him. Problem solved. She will want or need for nothing.

As I wander through the abandoned ruins of some old town, my mind wanders back to yesterday’s phone call with Arsen and Cash.

The bastard had to call just to gloat about knowing my girl’s name first and having talked to her.

If I could have, I would’ve reached through the phone to strangle him.

Sadly, that only works in cartoons. The moment he said her name, Ali, I knew I was a goner.

Then the fucker had to describe her voice and looks.

The man sounded like he was the one obsessed with her, like some lovesick puppy.

I wanted to be mad at him, to pound my chest and growl, “mine” like some possessive beast, but Arsen and Cash are family.

Arsen even told Cash he wouldn’t know what hit him once he met her, too.

The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of my brothers falling for my woman too.

It would mean she would be even more protected from threats because of our last names.

Our families have made many allies but twice as many enemies in the last few years.

Not a big surprise; it happens when power-hungry men try to move into others’ territory .

I’m so lost in my thoughts and the hunt for my new bride that I don’t hear the footsteps approaching until it’s too late and they are right behind me.

Whirling around, I come face to face with three men.

I take them in quickly, assessing if they are an actual threat or just a warm-up for my muscles.

The one to the right is dressed like the guy off of Scream, weird dress cape thing and all.

The one in the middle is wearing some twisted fire engine red BDSM getup with a leather collar that reads BITCH and a matching leather eye mask.

I snort at that. Degradation kink much? The last one standing to the left is also in some type of black cape thing, an old plague doctor mask hiding his face.

None of them have any weapons, at least not from my view.

Slowly, I raise both my hands and keep the three assholes in view as they step forward.

“Look, guys, I need a warm-up before all the main festivities, but I’m actually in the middle of something.

” I frown behind my muzzle when they slowly break apart, moving to surround me.

Idiots. “I don’t want to have to kill you three this early.

I’m really just looking for my wife. She’s around here somewhere, probably scared and mad that I haven’t found her yet.

I didn’t realize she was so good at hide and seek.

” I shrug, like my explanation makes total sense.

When none of them say anything, my shoulders slump.

I really wanted to still be nice and clean before officially meeting Ali.

Now she’s going to think I’m a monster covered in blood.

Oh well, the kidnapping idea is still on the table.

I’m still hoping I can get the guys to help me.

It wouldn’t be the first time we kidnapped someone.

Just the first time, we didn’t kill them after we got what we wanted.

I wouldn’t be able to hurt a single hair on my little Ali’s head.

Unless she wanted me to hurt her. Maybe she likes it rough and dirty.

Maybe she will get off on my violent tendencies.

I almost moan at the thought but realize I was distracted by thoughts of my woman because the three assholes moved.

A fist to my face hits my cheekbone, sending a zap of pain up my face and through my skull.

My brain rattles around for a second, giving someone else a chance to get a second hit into my stomach.

It’s a solid punch, causing me to bend over, air whooshing from my lungs.

An elbow to my back comes next, sending me to the ground, dirt and sand flying into my face.

Then I laugh. It’s not a friendly laugh; no it’s crazy, manic, the sound echoing into the night as I glance up at the three stooges now standing next to each other.

They must realize what is about to happen, what they broke the lock on, because they stand there frozen.

“You just had to go and fuck up.” I lift myself up off the ground with my arms, my eyes focused on my new prey.

“You would have lived a lot longer if you had just walked away.” I push myself to my knees next, stretching my muscles in anticipation.

“Now, if anything happens to my woman while I’m dealing with you three, I will hunt down every person you hold dear and put them through the most unimaginable things you can think of.

” I smile wide, all teeth behind my muzzle, as I get to my feet.

The three of them haven’t said a single thing since showing themselves, but now they look at each other questionably.

Probably debating if they can take me or maybe thinking I’m crazy.

Three on one doesn’t seem like a fair fight, but it’s all fun and games to me.

I’m cracking my knuckles one second and then, without giving them a choice, I rush them.

They only stood a few feet in front of me, so I reach them in seconds, tackling two of them.

The plague doctor and the kinky fuck go down with me, and as soon as we hit the hard ground, I’m throwing punches.

I don’t bother with holding back as blood splatters across my chest and arms. I aim for the face and throat, vulnerable spots, wanting to finish them faster.

The sooner this little party is over, the faster I can get to my Ali.

The third, Scream fucker, must finally shake off his shock because he jumps on my back in the next moment, arms coming around my neck, as he tries to get me in a chokehold.

He yanks me back, causing me to lose purchase as I tumble back with him, but I think it’s too late for one of his friends.

From the glance I get, the plague doctor looks unmoving, but the kinky fucker is slowly climbing to his feet.

Damn. A whistle sounds through the air as a skeleton, and I think Frankenstein steps out between buildings.

“John, don’t play with your food. Get the job done and let’s move on.

” The skeleton mask says, making me glare in his direction.

So, this little posse had two more men waiting on the sidelines.

Scream, or John, I guess, grunts before tightening his grip on my neck.

Then kinky fucker sends his foot into my stomach.

I grunt out at the pinch of pain before I decide playtime is over.

I flip my body backwards, sending my feet and legs up over and behind John, before immediately reaching forward and gripping his head and twisting.

There’s an audible snap in the night's silence before he slumps to the dirt. Two down, three to go .

Skeleton and Frankie step back, but the kinky fucker is just pissed and acting out of rage.

He doesn’t think about his consequences as he rushes forward, a scream of anger releasing into the night.

I sidestep him, watching as he stumbles forward in his momentum and face plants into the ground. I turn to the newest two.

“So you wanna play next?” I ask casually, rolling my shoulders.

Skeleton and Frankie came prepared, each pulling out a weapon.

Skull face pulls out a knife, while Frankie pulls a long, thick chain link, almost from thin air.

“Whoa, where were you hiding that? Actually, don’t tell me.

I don’t wanna know.” Like I’m in some type of Mortal Combat game, I hold out two fingers and flex them in, a ‘bring it on’ motion.

They growl out at my challenge or my words; Frankie may be sensitive about where he hides things; who knows.

I know if I decide to keep it, I may need to sanitize it, just in case.

Both men charge at once, Skeleton’s knife raised and Frankie swinging his chain.

I hear a small shuffling behind me, letting me know kinky fuck is now up as well.

Fuck. Three to one, hand to hand, isn’t so bad, but when two have weapons, it makes it a slight challenge.

Well, what’s that thing kids say… oh yeah. YOLO .

A rush of exhilaration fills me as I clash with them, the impact of my fist meeting theirs, sending a surge of excitement through me.

I go for skeleton dude first, since a knife can do more damage if placed right.

I barely dodge his swipe as my arm comes up, pushing his up and away.

Turning, I kick out, hitting the kinky fuck who was turning to get me from behind.

Sorry, fucker, I’m not into backdoor play.

I knew there was a chance of getting hit with a chain, but lucky for me, the guy wielding it is thrown off by its weight, so instead of hitting my head, like I think he was aiming, he hits my lower right side.

It hurts, but not enough to slow me down.

We twirl around each other, me landing hits and kicks and them sort of but not really landing anything.

Kinky fuck finally jumps on my back like some deranged spider monkey, sending punches to my head.

They’re weak hits, but still. I’m starting to feel uncomfortable with a dick only covered in red leather rubbing up against my back. Eww.

Honestly, this fight is getting a little boring now, and I’m missing out on precious time with my woman.

She’s probably alone and scared, waiting for me to save her.

With that thought, I decide this game is over.

But before I can kill these fuckers and be done, I hear a loud feminine war cry.

Then kinky fuck is crying out, his weight disappearing.

I swing around to see what new hell had just arrived, only to freeze in my tracks.

There, a few feet away, is a woman dressed in a bunny mask, straddling kinky fucker while raining down her fist into his face.

Blood flies up, painting her already heavily tattooed body, but then I see her hair.

A dark black that fades to pink. Ali. My little beastie.

And there goes my dick swelling in satisfaction at the sight of our woman.

Why did I think she would hide away and wait for her prince charming, or in this case her very own psychopath? Tomayto, tomahto.

I’m so starstruck that I totally forgot about the other two.

Skeleton makes his move then but falls short, his blade only slicing up my upper arm.

That snaps me out of my haze. I turn and send my fist flying straight into his chest. I feel the crack rather than hear it.

He stumbles back, hand flying up to his chest, but the damage is done.

I’m almost positive I broke a piece of his rib cage off, and that piece is either cutting through his heart, veins, or lungs.

Either way, the more he moves, the more damage it will do.

I’m proven right when he rips off his mask and starts coughing up blood next, his knife falling to the ground, as he starts to choke on the amount of blood coming out.

Knowing he’s taken care of, I move to Frankie.

I can’t see his expression under his mask, but I see the twitch of his head as he looks to his friend, then back to me.

I’m sure the excited glint in my eye is giving away my thoughts.

Before he can process what just happened, I’m in front of him.

Gripping the chain and not thinking where it came from, I circle it around his neck twice before yanking it.

The metal tightens, squeezing the air from his throat.

He struggles, fingers reaching up in an attempt to free himself.

It’s useless. His body slumps as the effect of air loss hits.

I finally release him once his body stops twitching.

Then I turn to my new bride. My little beastie. The love of my life. My feral girl. My Ali. The woman who is now holding a knife to my throat.

Fuck, if I don’t bury myself in this woman in the next few minutes, I might die.