Chapter 8

LEGACY

This can't be happening. This can't be happening. This can't be fuckin' happening.

Veins bulge along Wolf's arms as he carries his blond-haired bounty to the front of the room. You know who it is. My eyes widen, and my jaw clenches, desperately hoping that the long locks belong to someone, anyone other than Trinity.

Muttering kicks up around Church. The brothers strain to see what's going on. Who Wolf's carrying. But when Pirate gestures to Venom's bloody cut, spread across the table… I know. I know deep down in my soul that this just went from bad to worse.

"What the shit? Why's she unconscious?" Pirate asks Wolf with a frown. "Where's the fun in stickin' my dick in her without the screaming? This bitch owes us tears."

My fists clench, knuckles popping with the intensity of my rage. Over my dead body will that happen.

"She was being a bitch—made me chase her around outside. Complete bullshit," Wolf grunts as he dumps the love of my life unceremoniously onto her dead father's mutilated cut. She flops down in a heap, silver duct tape keeping her arms behind her back. Pirate reaches for his dagger. My life flashes before my eyes, and I let out a strangled cry as he brings it down toward her. Shaka grabs my shoulder when I push forward.

"Not the time, brother," he mutters. Is he right? Breath whooshes from my lungs when he only uses the blade to slice through the tape, releasing her delicate wrists. But even if she's okay right now, she won't be for long.

And I'm not going to sit back while they fuck my woman. My woman. My eyes swing to Shaka, and he nods his head, his eyes staring down at the patch in my hand.

Dread sinks in my stomach.

Then Wolf bends down and slaps her tit. And. I. See. Red.

The only person who should be touchin' those is me. And anyone who puts their hands on what's mine is gonna die.

"Wakey wakey, little bitch," he sings, rubbing his unworthy fingers over the tops of her breasts before tearing the neck of her tank down to bare them to the room.

Wolf just signed his death warrant—after I break off each one of those digits.

"Hey!" I yell, surging forward. The few steps around the table feel like they take forever as all my brothers' eyes swing toward me. "Don't touch her."

Pirate smirks, baring his golden teeth. Malice turns his eyes nearly black, and I know I just played right into his calculating claws. My hands clench, but I keep eye contact and circle the space only to be stopped by Tomb. Our giant Sergeant at Arms towers over me by nearly a foot, halting my progress by merely standing between the table and the wall with his thick arms crossed over his beefy chest.

"Get out of my way," I hiss through gritted teeth, shoving the bloody VP patch at him. Pity washes over his features—yeah, we both know this rank is merely bullshit. Pirate's the king, and none of us matter.

Trinity mutters suddenly, drawing my attention. Her head rolls back and forth on the table as she slowly regains consciousness. Pirate rubs his hands together in excitement, nudging Wolf out of the way and assuming a position between her legs.

"This tasty cunt is Venom's daughter. She was helping that traitor—which means she's now a free-use whore. They both have sins. And her holes are gonna pay ‘em," he growls, flicking his dagger free and bringing it toward her beautiful face. The energy in the room perks up with brothers eager to fuck her hard.

That's never gonna happen. Wish I had my weapon, but I'll fight them all if it kills me. She's mine. Mine to protect, to love.

My girl's eyes suddenly pop wide, and she lurches forward and tries to sit up, but is quickly subdued by Wolf. He shoves her down so hard that her head knocks against the wooden table with a thunk, and she cries out in pain. The sound slices me into a million pieces. Always a failure.

"Well, thanks for joining us, little bitch," Wolf says, reaching down to pinch her nipple. Fuck. I need to get over there right now. What do I do? Try the other way around? There's no getting past Tomb. My pulse pounds—roaring in my ears.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"What the hell?" Trinity screams, slapping his hand away and yanking up her top. She arches her back against the table, trying with all her might to push up. Her frantic panic slams into me, pouring salt on my already festering wounds. How could I have let this happen?

"STOP," Pirate barks, pointing the sharp tip of his dagger against her swan-like throat. She gulps, and I hold my breath, praying he won't nick her. She stills her movements, but her eyes scan the room until they find me. Then her green gaze locks on mine, and fear shines from its glistening depths.

Pirate follows her eye line, smirking cruelly at me before bringing the tip down to slice through the top of her shirt.

"Girlie, you're in for a world of hurt. The better you behave, the less blood I'll spill. But scream all you want. It turns me on." He drops the dagger and grabs her thighs, yanking her down the table to grind his erection against her core. She whimpers, a tear dropping down her cheek and splashing onto the leather cut below.

Rage unlike any I have ever known fills every cell in my body. Summoning all my strength, I leap onto the table. And hurl myself toward them with a savage cry and do the only thing I can think of.

"I claim Trinity as my Ol' Lady," I shout, roaring so loudly that it echoes around the room, bouncing off the walls and filling the space. Stuffing it full like a balloon about to pop.

All eyes turn to me. Some are filled with anger and hate, while others contain confusion. Our relationship is a complete secret. Or it was…

Venom would be rolling over in his grave… if his corpse wasn't still bleeding out under the fuckin' table.