Grim’s eyebrows softened for a split second, but the teeth remained the same. They were pointed, too large for his mouth. And the longer he stared at me, his beard seemed to grow, stretching further up his face to cover his cheeks.
I couldn’t possibly be seeing things. He was staring right at me. The hair, or fur, continued to creep up his face as I shook in horror.
“Talk to him!” Locke yelled at me as he approached.
I sputtered, too stunned to speak, barely getting enough oxygen.
The mayor and his posse were still held captive in the middle of the room.
“Talk to him!” Locke yelled again with a pleading voice. “Talk to him, Journey.”
Grim snapped, pulling me to his chest. The back of my shirt ripped, and I cried. Despite his face changing, the enormous teeth that had appeared in his mouth, I still found safety in his arms.
“You can’t ask her to do that!” Bones yelled. “She’s going into shock!”
I was watching everything in slow motion as Locke pursed his lips, anger flaring in his eyes. The cigarette slowly fell from his mouth. I blinked, and he was gone from my line of sight.
Locke appeared in front of me again, a devilish smirk appeared.
“Grim, look over there. He touched your woman; you better get to it before someone else does,” he taunted. It all came out in slow, spaced out words, and I could hardly recognize what the hell Locke was doing.
“That is not what I–” Bones couldn’t even finish his sentence before Grim let go, and I stumbled to the floor.
Grim stalked toward the mayor, whose eyes widened in fear at the human wrecking ball coming at him. I blinked, watching long claws coming out of Grim’s fingers, swiping the air in front of the mayor, ripping the tailored clothes off his body.
Hell broke loose in the bar. Iron Fangs dragged the mayor’s guards away, raining punches onto the nicely dressed men.
A gunshot went off in the back, it ricocheted off one of the overhead lights of the pool table and turned one corner to darkness.
“Get the servers in the back!” Locke yelled, his arms flying over one of his own men as he pulled them away from a guard.
I gasped as Bones picked me up, pulling me to his side. He turned my head so I could no longer witness what Grim was doing, but the yells and cheers from the others inside the bar gave me exactly what I needed to know.
Grim was going to kill the mayor.
Grim’s roar echoed in my ears when I stumbled into the back room. Bones’s tight grip loosened, giving me the ability to look around the room. It was dimly lit, and the dark walls were a bright contrast from the series of computer screens. Maps littered the wall. Pictures with faces of men and women were pegged on them, red strings and post-it notes indicating the relationship between them.
I reached for the table that held hordes of computers. This wasn’t just some normal biker club, just as Delilah said. They were a type of special forces search and rescue.
A switch clicked to my right, turning on a naked lightbulb that swung from the ceiling in the middle of the room.
“We’re safe in here. No one will get in unless they have the right fingerprint. Are you alright, Journey?”
I nodded, my fingers entangling together. “Yeah,” I whispered. As good as I could be when after meeting a man that had raped me.
That woman gave me a glimpse and only a glimpse of his face before the deed was done.
Who was she?
Delilah and the other servers sat on couches, chairs, and on the floor. Hawke was wagging his finger at Delilah, who was currently scowling at him.
“You stay, don’t get up. You don’t leave here until I escort you out.” Hawke turned, not giving me a second glance, and opened the door.
Breaking glass, shouts, and snarls trickled into the room.
We all winced at the loud sound until Bones shut and locked the door with a click. “Sound proof room, you won’t need to worry about all that,” he chuckled nervously.
I glanced at the monitors to see what was going on outside, but all of them were off, except for one that was attached to a laptop. Bones was watching it intently, the sound off while we all waited for what we were to do next.
