Zero

“Yes.”

He gave the gun a spin and offered it up to her.

Withdrawing her hand from Zero’s she took several steps closer to Alan. Taking the gun from him she felt the calm settle over her at the feel of the gun in her hands. This was going to be easy.

“Now, step away from him,” Alan said.

She took several steps away from Zero. His gaze was on her, and she recognized it from when she was younger.

“Keep the target in sight, shoot straight, and never take your eye off the target.”

He’d held her hand steady, aimed, and they’d fired at the cans or bottles they found.

“You look kind of sexy with that gun. Maybe I’ll chain you up and f**k you while you’re holding it,” Alan said.

Her stomach roiled, sickened by the vision he created.

There was no way she was letting this man touch her.

How are you going to watch him take a shot at Zero?

Closing her eyes, she tried to think of something else. Putting her feelings aside was never going to be an option.

When she opened her eyes she saw Alan was focused on Zero once again.

“Are we ready to play this game?” Alan asked.

Looking at Zero, she saw he was looking at her. His eyes seemed to say a million words.

The sound of a bullet rang out, and Zero collapsed to the ground. Staring in shock, she saw his leg was bleeding. Alan had shot him in the leg.

Without thinking, she pointed the gun and stared at Alan. She’d never killed a man before.

“Go on, little girl. Show me what you’ve got, if you can. He’s going to die.”

“Target,” Zero said. “Imagine a can.”

His words invaded her thoughts. She looked at Alan down the barrel.

“Keep the target in sight, shoot straight, and never take your eye off the target,” Zero said, speaking the words once again.

“What?” Alan asked.

She shot the first bullet, and it hit Alan in the leg. Stepping forward, she brought her hand up to hold the gun securely as she fired a second shot taking out his other leg. Alan squealed in pain.

In her mind she saw her brother. He had been too young to die. Then she saw the nurse. Even though the blonde had f**ked Zero, she didn’t deserve to die. Next she saw Angel, Sophia, Lash, and Nash. None of them deserved this, and she approached the f**ker who was the cause of so much pain and misery.

The shock in his eyes was easy.

“What?” he asked again, gasping.

“I was a better shot than my brother.”

The gun in Alan’s hand started to rise, and she shot another bullet into his arm before putting a second bullet in his other.

Pain, anger, rage, took over. She couldn’t focus on anything but the need for vengeance on this man who had taken so much from her.

Alan screamed in pain, but it still wasn’t enough. Stamping on his balls, she watched him howl but not be able to do anything. Tears ran down her cheeks, and she kept hurting the man in front of her. He had taken everything, and now it was her turn to hurt him. Stepping away, she shot a bullet to his c**k then to his stomach.

Finally, she aimed at his head and fired. She kept on firing until the bullets stopped coming. When that wasn’t enough, she grabbed the gun on the ground and used that to finish the man off until he was nothing more than a mess on the stones.

She was sobbing when arms came around her.

“You’ve got him, Prue, he’s dead.” Tiny held her tight, and she dropped the gun. The tears she thought she’d cried many times finally came back. Staring at the mess, she was pleased to know he wouldn’t be coming back.

“He hasn’t got a head,” she said, after some minutes past.

“What?” Devil asked, looking impressed as he stared down at the body.

“Zero promised to send Lash and Nash this bastard’s head,” Prue said.

She turned to see Zero hopping toward them. Devil helped hold onto him, giving him some dignity in his walk.

“We’ve got Tiny’s and Devil’s voices. This bastard is not coming back,” Zero said. When he opened his arms, she went toward him without thinking.

“Remind me to never get on your bad side, babe,” Devil said. “This f**ker is a f**king mess.”

Tucking her head against Zero’s chest, she held on tightly to him, never wanting to let go. “We need to get you to the hospital.”

“Fuck, Eva’s going to be pissed. He’s going to bleed all over the back seats,” Tiny said.

The sound of another car arriving drew their attention. Alex and several of Devil’s men climbed out. “We needed for the cleanup?”

“Yeah, he’s there,” Tiny said.

She followed the two men toward their car, which was hidden around the other side of the building. Alan had been too busy concentrating on them to hear the car approach.

Zero held onto her as they made their way into the car. She tried to keep his leg off the fabric as Tiny drove toward the hospital.

The doctors and nurses took Zero away to deal with the wound. She followed Tiny and Devil down toward Lash and Nash.

Tiny made her tell each man what she did. Their arms going around her would stay with her forever.

“You’re one of us now,” Lash said. “The club will protect you always.”

“I’m going to marry Zero,” she said.

“Even without being his old lady, you’d still be one of the club and under our protection.”

She smiled and followed Tiny toward Whizz’s room.

Walking into the room, she held back a gasp at the mess before her. His hands and feet were covered in bandages. His face was also covered, and he was hooked up to several machines.

“Hey,” Tiny said, approaching the bed. “How are you doing?”

“I’m dancing for joy,” Whizz said.

His gaze fell on her. Going to him, she placed a hand gently against his face. She would never turn away from this man. “I killed him,” she said.

“What?”

“I shot his head right off, and I made him hurt for several minutes.” She licked her lips, staring into his eyes. “I know it doesn’t give you anything, but I promise you, Whizz, he hurt before he died.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll come and visit you soon.”

She left the bedroom giving Tiny time with the other man. Sitting in the reception she waited for the doctor to tell her about Zero’s progress. A couple of hours later she was being led into another private room. He was sitting up in bed.

When he opened his arms she went to him, climbing up on the bed to hold him.