Vienna picked me up, forcing me to let go of the knife that had grown slippery with the blood.
“You fucking psychotic little bitch!” He hissed at me, hauling me with such force as he twisted our bodies away from Macbeth that I ended up stumbling out of his arms and crashed into the wall.
“Mate,” he said down the phone. I hadn’t even realised he’d dialled the fucking thing. “Come and get your little hellcat…”
I took advantage of his distraction and lunged at Macbeth once more, grabbing the knife from his dick.
Vienna saw me out of the corner of his eye and dropped the phone, wrestling me to the floor and pinned my arms down, holding them above my head by the wrists.
“What the fuck is going on?” Dante yelled down the phone.
“Just get home!” Vienna yelled back, not risking letting go of my wrists for even a second.
I launched my head up, trying to headbutt him. I twisted my neck and tried to bite his hands. I jerked my hips, trying to throw him off me. Nothing worked.
“I have Rachel pinned to the fucking floor and I’m on top of her. If that doesn’t bring you home, how about this? She’s only gone and fucking murdered Macbeth.”
Chapter 31
Dante
It took twenty minutes to try and calm Rachel down. In the end, we had to call Doc and get him to sedate her. We brought her to church with us and placed her in one of the beds in the next room whilst we discussed what the fuck we were going to do.
Crash had called the emergency meeting, and for once, I didn’t take my place at the table. I remained stood resting against the wall, and each brother that walked in grew silent as they looked at the blood coating my clothes and the grim faces of myself, Doc, Vienna and Crash.
“Right,” Crash said, his head in his hands as he rubbed them over his eyes. “I’ll cut to the fucking chase, because I know a lot has gone on here over the past few days. Macbeth is dead.” He was still looking down at the table.
I gritted my jaw, forcing myself to remain silent.
“How?” Zach asked.
Crash looked up at his Sargeant at Arms. “Seems Rachel had some fun whilst we were all distracted.”
“I stand corrected on that girl. She’s not fucking quiet,” Doc said with a grumble, looking down at the mess his clothes were in.
“I did try to tell you all,” I muttered back.
“Yo,” Monster laughed as he came crashing in last, late as always. “What’s Rachel doing in one of the bunks? I tried waking her to tell her to get the fuck outta here whilst church was on, but… what?” He went wide eyed as we all glared at him. “What did I say? Shit, is that blood?”
“Sit down, Monster, for fuck's sake,” Crash said with a shake of his head. “And try to be on time in the future. I’m sick of fucking warning you.”
“I was with Rachel!” He said, looking around with worried eyes. “Alright, what did I miss?”
“Macbeth is dead,” I barked.
“And Rachel was the one to do it,” Vienna finished for me.
“Shit,” Monster breathed.
“So, we need to decide what the fuck we’re going to do about it,” Crash said, looking around at everyone.
“There’s nothing to do,” I said, taking my seat next to Crash. “He’s dead. Simple as. And none of you suggest talking to her. There's no fucking point. She's either going to go silent, and I've worked forweeksto get that fucking blank habit out of her. Or she's going to run her mouth and piss me off, and then we'll have two dead bodies on our hands.”
“I'm not apologising, Dante,” Vienna said, mimicking Rachel. “If I felt sorry, I would. But I don't, so I won't.”
I smirked at him. “As concerning as that little performance was, Vienna has absolutely nailed it.”
“I'm not after a fucking apology,” Crash hissed. “What's done is done, and an apology isn't going to bring Macbeth back. But Kitty is going to want blood for this.”
