I snatch the wood and hold it up just in time for the crazypants in a Cobra vest to take a swing at me, one I barely manage to block with the table leg. He’s bigger than I am, most people are, but I’m quick and agile when I need to be and right now, I fucking need to be.
The sensation of wood on wood coupled with the surprise of my block stuns the man for only a moment but it’s long enough for me to crouch down and hit him in the shins.
“Bitch!” he grunts and staggers back a step before lunging forward and trying to swing on me again.
I dart out of the way, miss his blow by centimeters, then stand up and channel what I learned in my lightsaber fencing classes and crack the table leg right into his liver. He yells in pain and drops to his knees but the force—ha!—I used to hit him breaks my only weapon in half and he’s going to be vertical again quicker than I’d like if I don’t act fast.
There, less than a foot from where I’m standing, is one of the mirrors used as part of the beautiful centerpieces for the tables, and a new wave of anger flares when I remember how lovely the clubhouse looked all decked out to celebrate Prez and Sofie’s love.
Assholes ruining my new friends’ special day.
I grab the mirror just as the man turns on his knees, ready to lunge for me, then I lift it over my head and bring it down right on his face.
“Bastard!” I screech as the reflective glass shatters, a few shards stuck in his face that twists in pain. And since he’s stunned, I take the opportunity to kick him as hard as I can in the balls. He folds in half then drops to the ground, gags and heaves while he moans. “That’ll teach you, you son of a bitch!”
With one more hard kick to his junk, I leap over him and run back toward my friends, Sofie now huddled behind the table with Harlow. “Are you guys ok?” I ask between harsh breaths.
They both nod as Harlow blurts, “Jesus, Theo! Areyouok?”
I glance around the room, catch sight of my beautiful man fighting off at least two Cobras, Zak still sexy and relatively unharmed all considering.
Good.
I swear to God if he dies before I can tell him how I feel about him I’ll drag him back from the pearly gates myself just to kick his ass.
“Let’s go.” I hurry over to the girls, grabbing the top of the round table. “Break the legs off this thing and stay crouched behind it. I’ll use it as a shield for you until I can get you in the stairway.”
“What about you?” Harlow busts one of the two remaining legs off. “Aren’t you going to hide with us?”
I shake my head, my eyes locked on our surroundings. “I have a lot to say to my man right now so I need to make sure he survives this shit so I can do that.”
Harlow frowns as Sofie’s eyes widen. “You’re coming back out here?”
“Yep. Once you two are safe anyway.”
“I can help,” Harlow says. “We can get Sofie in the stairwell and then— “
“No. She needs you right now. You need to make sure she’s as comfortable and relaxed as she can be.” Then I look at the table legs. “Each of you grab one of those for protection and if anyone comes to that door you crack them in the melon like you’re knocking one out of the park.”
“But—“
“Let’s go!” Another Cobra spots us from across the room so I grab the table and start rolling it with both women crouched and waddling behind it.
We move as quickly as possible, my eyes and ears the only thing guiding these amazing women and keeping them safe. We’re to the mouth of the hallway and as soon as they’re in, I whisper, “Run. Go! Get into the stairwell.” And thank God they do.
I watch until Harlow ushers Sofie inside, make sure she pulls the door shut, then roll the table down the hall and wedge it up under the knob so it’s harder for anyone to get in, then I’m running.
I run back down the hall to try to throw that Cobra off and when I see that he’s stomping toward me, I let out a battle cry worthy of any warrior and throw myself at him.
Surprised by the tiny woman lunging at him, he’s knocked off balance, and I take him down to the ground and go right for his eyes with my pointy little fingers.
“I. Hate. Snakes!” I scratch and claw until he’s howling, but of course it’s not enough to keep him down.
This Cobra asshole reaches up and feels around until he wraps his hands around my throat, then squeezes until my vision goes white.
It’s funny, but what they say is true.
In the final moments before the icy grip of death pulls you under, you absolutely see your life flash before your eyes.
