Broken

Chapter 3

"Fuck sake Blake, I got this." I walk away from Blake and towards the three henchmen from the club. Blake and I had decided to go out, for old times sake. Litte did I know that Blake would get pissed and I would have to clean up his mess. "You sure you can handle us?" One of the men - more like boy- smirked at me as he advanced forward.

He grabbed my wrist and I struggled against him before launching my leg in between his, I got another punch to his jaw before the other two got involved. I was outnumbered but I thought I could still take them.

I was wrong.

I got a lot of punches and kicks in but they got a lot more and eventually, I had collapsed on my knees. Blake had been knocked out cold and lay on the floor in a drunken mess, one of the men stood behind me while another held a gun to my head.

"Do you want us to shoot her?" He spoke to somebody on his phone and paused before turning to me. "What's your name?" I spat blood from my mouth and tilted my head up to look at him.

"Pippa Cade." In response, the man simply laughed before informing the guy on the other line. He hung up and the man crouched in front of me brushing a short strand of hair behind my ear.

"He said he wants to talk to her, he is on his way down now." The group laughed once more and waited for the backstage door to open. Blood was gushing from my nose and my body was grazed and bruised. "For a girl, you fight well."

"Easy for you to say, she didn't kick you in the balls." The third man - who I assumed to have left - spoke up and I could help the smile that graced my lips, however, it didn't go unnoticed. A kick that threw my head upwards, with a hard blow that made me think I had broken my jaw. "Still smiling?"

"I would but there is blood in my mouth and I wouldn't look that hot." I dropped my head forward and curved the urge to hold my jaw. Moments later the door hit the wall as a man walked out the club with his cigarette. He had dark brown hair, chiselled jawline, brown eyes and perfect stubble lined his chin, his appearance became clearer when he hit a switch on the side of the wall that caused floodlights to expose the wide alley. I noticed the men I had been fighting - two happened to be twins - both had blood splattered on their faces, whether it was mine or theirs I didn't really care. "Pippa Cade, lovely surprise for you to be in my club."

"Aww you're very welcome, if you're that grateful can I go?" I attempted to stand back up but he kicked me back down. I swear if one more person kicks me, I'm going to lose my shit. "I take it you don't know who I am?"

"Should I? You only seem important to these idiots." I coughed out more blood and ignored the laughs that filled the alley. "I'm Jackson Storm." The name sent chills of fear and terror all around my body and I wanted to throw up.

"And these idiots are my guys, Johnny and Liam," Those were the two twins, one of which I had damaged a certain area he deems important. "and Hunter."

"Oh well, you guys seem great but I must get home. I'm out past my bedtime." This time I get to my feet and steady myself as I wipe away the blood that exploded on my face. The two twins block the exit through the gates and Hunter blocks me from re-entering the club. "Listen, we just wanted a drink, it's not our problem your gang has a rival with his brothers."

"You're a little too young for this world don't you think?" Jackson asks, throwing his cigarette to the ground and standing on it. "You have no clue what I can deal with." I laugh. I was suddenly silenced by Jackson throwing me against the wall and blocking me between the wall and his body.

"Now what's this going to achieve?"

"Pippa Cade, right? Torturer of tortured souls, you might be young but you still have quite the reputation. I might keep you." His breath fanned my face and I couldn't control the lump that had formed in my throat. Our attention was diverted to Blake who made a series of groans on the floor. "Shut him up." Johnny or Liam, I can't be sure, towered above Blake and pulled out his gun aiming it at his head.