“I’m going to gut you, bitch,” Charlie mumbles, grabbing at his dick.
“Yeah, go nuts,” I respond, repeating what he said to me before. I raise the table leg above my head and plow it into Charlie’s head, making him fall to the floor with a loud thump. I straddle his limp body and smash the wooden leg onto his head again, blood spitting out from the impact. My body vibrates with fury, my hands slipping on the broken piece of table in my hands. Ready to hit him again and again, I raise it above my head.
“Dani!” I’m quickly snapped from my violent rage. I look up and see Shadow standing in the doorway, his mouth parted and eyebrows raised with concern.
“Shadow,” I sob.
My pregnant fiancée stands above Charlie, a bloody wooden weapon gripped tightly into her palm and blood splattered all over her, causing her dark hair to stick to her face. I look down at Charlie who has a deep gash planted on his skull. He must be the one killing everyone, the connection to the club. It makes sense. I have seen the dark side of Dani escape before, but it’s rare. Watching something so pure and angelic turn dark still takes me aback.
I make myself move, walking toward her.
“I’m here, baby,” I comfort, wrapping my arms around her shoulders.
“I don’t know where Zane is,” she cries, pulling me closer. I pull away from her and push a strand of hair away that is sticking to blood on her face.
“Bobby has Zane,” I inform her.
“What?” she questions, looking at me with confusion.
“He heard Sara was watching him, and we discovered today that the murders around town were associated with the club. He wanted Zane at the clubhouse where he would be safe until we knew more,” I reply, brushing the back of my hand against her cheek.
“Charlie is the Valentine’s Day killer,” Dani mutters into my chest, pulling me close.
I sigh, running my thumb over my bottom lip as I look down at Charlie. “Looks like it,” I reply. “Are you hurt? Did he hurt you?” I question, looking her over while feeling her pregnant belly. I find the purple bruise against her temple and caress my thumb over it.
Dani winces and pulls away from my finger. “I’m fine,” she responds, her voice shaky. I’m going to kill Charlie, put him in the ground like I should have done years back. Bull was wrong not letting me act on that, more concerned with adding unwanted attention.
“I want Doc to look you over,” I inform her, not giving any room for her to argue. Doc is our under-the-table doctor, repaying a favor to us from years back.
Dani looks down at Charlie and gasps. I pull her head into my chest, keeping her view away from him.
“You did what you had to do, Firefly,” I add, trying to comfort her. When her temper gets the best of her, it’s as if she blacks out. She swims in a fountain of darkness, surviving her only mission, and rationality lost with the waves. When her temper fades and she becomes grounded, she is confused and scared of the trail of carnage left in her wake, terrified of what she was capable of. I love her even more for it. She’s like an angel trying to escape from Hell, one wing black and the other white. Battling innocence with the temptation of sin.
“You saved my life, bitch.” I look down to Cherry, coughing and moaning, trying to stand up.
“Oh, Cherry,” Dani cries, pushing away from me and walking over to Cherry, helping her up. I look over at Charlie and notice his hand twitching; he’s going to wake up soon.
“Get your things and go to the club,” I demand. Cherry nods, wiping blood from her face; she is actually going to listen for once. Cherry is known for doing what she wants and defying orders of the club.
Dani steps over Charlie and presses her lips to mine passionately. I grab the back of her head, my fingers pressing into her silky hair as I kiss her back, thankful she is alive and my children are not harmed.
She pulls away and pins me with those vibrant green eyes, a smile spreading across her face.
“Go. Cherry, make sure Doc checks her out,” I command. She nods and they leave as I run my hand over my face. Fuck, this is a mess. I have a babysitter dying in the hallway and a lunatic passed out in my living room. I grab my phone, calling Doc first. Hopefully she can convince Sara to keep her mouth shut, fix her up at the club. If not, I better start preparing my statement for the cops.