Zero

“Well, well, well, I really thought I’d have to send a message to my men,” Alan said, raising the cell phone to his ear. “Back off. He’s here, and he’s here alone.”

He watched Alan throw away the cell phone.

“Are you going to stay hidden behind that hood?” Zero asked.

“I guess now is a good time as any.” Alan removed the hood.

Zero didn’t make any move, but the man’s face was a complete mess. Ten years ago he hadn’t shown any kind of mercy. There were also burn marks over his face. The picture Whizz had gotten hadn’t done the man justice.

“I’m a f**king beauty, don’t you think?” Alan asked. His gaze turned to Prue. She didn’t look shocked or even scared. “Would you f**k me, baby?”

“No, you killed my brother.”

“The only reason?”

“No. You f**king repulse me, and it has nothing to do with the scars. Your game is what turns me off.”

Alan looked up at the sky and started laughing. “Ah, I really do love my games. It was a stroke of genius. Seeing men, hard-nosed men, turn into a bunch of f**king pussies. It was brilliant.”

Zero gripped Prue’s hand tighter. He was really struggling to keep his anger at bay. Those men were his friends. They had been through so much, and the women didn’t deserve that kind of pain.

“The whore nurse you f**ked was especially delightful. She squealed like a little bitch with every cut I made.”

“So did you if I remember correctly.”

Alan’s smile vanished, and his face turned into thunderous rage.

“Where is Whizz?” Zero asked.

“Now, the computer nerd was a delight. He’s never going to be the same after I got through with him.”

He watched Alan grab his c**k giving it a rub.

Zero’s stomach turned. He hoped to God Alan didn’t rape Whizz. He was sick to his stomach, his rage simmering, waiting to be released.

“Call your bastards. I’m sure they’re there.”

Pulling out his cell phone he dialed Tiny’s number.

“Hello,” Butch said, answering.

“Butch, where’s Tiny?”

“You don’t need to know that now. We’ve got Whizz. He’s in a f**king awful state. The bastard, he, erm—fuck, I’m not telling you. I’ve got to get him to the hospital. Get that f**ker to hurt,” Butch said.

“The person with him?”

“Dead. We let him tell Alan that he was alive and well. This f**ker won’t be doing any more damage. Before your call Lash phoned. They’ve taken out the two men who were going to kill their women. Alan gave the order to kill. The f**ker was lying the whole time. He was going to kill them all.” Butch explained everything. Prue kept her gaze on Alan, and he held her hand.

“Take care,” Zero said.

“You listen to me, Lucas Blakely. You’re my best friend, and I will not be held responsible for your death. You will beat this bastard and come home to all us.”

“I will. I’ve got my woman at my side.”

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Butch said.

Hanging up the phone, he placed it back in his pocket.

“Is everything okay?” Prue asked.

“Yes.”

Alan started laughing, and their gazes landed back on him. “Now, I’ve given you back Whizz, and I’ve got the two of you. I think it’s time for us all to play a game.”

“I’m a bit old for games,” Zero said.

“No one is ever too old for games, especially not the games I play,” Alan took a step closer until only a few feet divided them.

The scars on Alan’s face didn’t fill Zero with happiness. This f**ker in a matter of weeks and days had hurt his club.

Alan withdrew a gun. Zero tugged Prue behind him.

“Now, my game is going to be fun,” he said. “No, you don’t get to hide that bitch. She has to play her part.”

Prue stepped from behind him and stood by his side with her head held high.

“She looks so f**king sexy. I see why you’re going to marry her,” Alan said. “I bet her ass would be a f**king dream to sink into.”

Zero stared at the other man, wishing he would shut the f**k up.

A second gun was produced, and he held it up in the air. “Now, I’ve not thought of a name for this game. It’s going to be fun. Do you want to know the rules?”

****

Prue stared at both guns, wondering what the hell they were going to do. Zero wasn’t even shaking as he stared at the man opposite them. She wanted to run away and never look back. Staying by Zero’s side would win the battle. Tightening her grip in his hand, she waited for Alan to tell them about the game.

“Now, it took me a little while to think about this game, so bear with me.” He raised the gun, and Prue ducked instinctively.

Alan laughed, mocking her movements.

She really wanted this bastard to die and to die now.

“Tell us about the f**king game,” Zero said.

“It’s quite simple. For every bullet I put inside you, she gets to have a shot at me.”

Eyes widening, she looked at Zero. Didn’t Alan know she could shoot and shoot well?

Zero gave her a quick squeeze. She wanted to jump with joy but knew they had to keep their wits about them. If she started acting all excited then Alan would change the game.

“If she shoots you?” Zero asked.

“I doubt that’s going to happen.” Alan showed them the gun was loaded and got it ready. He aimed for the building and fired the first bullet. A window shattered in the background. “I don’t cheat,” Alan said. “I shoot you, and she gets a chance to shoot me.”

This has to be some kind of mistake.

“What are you thinking?” Alan asked.

“Why are you trusting her with a gun?”

Alan laughed. “Trevor talked all the time about the pair of you. I recall him saying how you and he would train for hours shooting a gun. Not once did he mention her involvement. She doesn’t own a gun of her own. I checked. This is going to be a fun game. Your life is in her hands.”

The gun she owned wasn’t registered. It had been given to her by Zero a long time ago, and she kept it in top condition. He’d also bought her the ammo to be able to use it.

Trevor and Zero wouldn’t tell their parents that they were teaching her. She did own a gun, but she kept it hidden inside her home.

“All I’ve got to do is shoot you?” Prue asked, trying to appear scared.