Fight Me

Chapter 7

"No." I said and turned around but his hand clamped down hardly on my shoulder and spun me around.

"It wasn't a question sweetie." he said in a sickly tone.

"I need you girls to get what I want, and I always get what I want." he told us and ran the back of his hand down my face, making me cringe in disgust.

I quickly head-butted him, taking his moment of weakness to my advantage and round kicked him, hearing his nose crack.

I blindly tried to grab me, but was to slow and I smirked.

I grabbed his hand, twisted it behind his back and kicked his knees, I stood on his calves and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"Listen here you little bastard. I don't give a shit who you are, how many men you have or how many weapons you own if you mess with me I will kill you." I was tempted to just shoot him with my semi-automatic stashed in my belt

He tried getting out of my grasp and and managed to get a good hit on the side of my ribs but I just held on tighter, seeing his hand began to turn purple I quickly moved my grip to his neck, he tried clawing at my arms but I just held tighter until he passed out.

I dragged his heavy body near a dumpster, checked him for a phone which I smashed and threw him in the large metal container. I locked its top and wrote 'DONT OPEN OR YOUR MESSING WITH CLAYTON MARSHAL' on the top with a spray can of paint I found and dusted off my hands.

I took a deep breath and turned to face the dumbfounded girls.

"So, how's it goin'?" I asked awkwardly.

"Uh uh, how the fuck did you do that!" Charlotte yelled at me, nearly bursting my eardrums.

"Uh, ha, I-Yeah....." I said awkwardly and stretched the back of my neck.

"ICantTellYou" I blurted out gadfly and they all raised their eyebrows.

"What go you mean 'You can't tell us?" Charlotte demanded.

"Cause I just cant, its private." I murmured and they just sighed.

"Okay, but I expect some details eventually." Carli stated and I nodded eagerly.

"Fine, but we need to call the guys." Lisa said and we all nodded.

An that leads us to where we are now, the girls sitting on the couch while the boys paced angrily in front of us.

"So you just threw him in a dumpster?" Austin asked again, sounding slightly angry.

"Yes, what did you want me to do, invite him for dinner?" I asked sarcastically.

The boys seemed even more irritated while the girls snickered.

"Do you realize who he is!" Clayton yelled.

"Do you realized you haven't told me who the hell he is!" I challenged standing up to face him.

"You shouldn't have done that to him!"

"What the hell did you want me to do, let him kidnap us!"

"You could've just knocked him out!"

"And risk him waking up and following me to my house! Finding out where Elliot is!"

He shut up after the unintended detail slipped from my mouth.

I realized that the room had gone silent, the only sounds the snores from a sleeping Elliot.

"I'm sorry. But still, you locked him in a dumpster." Clayton said in a slightly hushed tone.

"Yeah, it was the only thing I could put him in." I replied and shrugged casually.

"Well, sorry to interrupt your little spat but we just got word he's out of the garbage." Easton added which made us both look at him.

"Okay, tell Fray and Gorez to bring us some guns and ammo and I want surveillance here, at the school and extra at the daycare." Clayton ordered and the guys nodded before scrambling off to for-fill his requests.

"I want you to have some protection in you at all times." Clayton said and turned to me.

"Already covered." I told him and lifted my jacket, revealing my semi-automatic tucked in my holster.

His and the girls eyes bulged. "You had that with you the whole time!" Clayton asked.

"Never leave home without it." I cheekily responded and patted it affectionately.

"Okay, I'm not even gonna ask." Clayton muttered and I smiled.

"You really shouldn't." I said.

"Okay, so how do you have all this stuff?" I questioned and he quirked up his eyebrow.

"Like men and weapons. How so you have them?" I clarified.

"Wouldn't you like to know." he cockily replied and I scowled.

"Really? Dude, just spill it." I replied kind of annoyed.

"Nope."

"Yes."

"Nope."

"Yeah.

"Hell no."

"Hell yes!"

"Fuck no!"

"Fine, don't tell me." I said and flipped my hair dramatically before stomping away to the bathroom.

I took out my phone and dialed in the number, holding it up to my ear as it rung.

"Hello?" I heard Zeke's voice ring through the line.

"Hey Zeke, can you look someone up for me?" I asked.

"Kay, who?"

"I don't know, I heard someone call him R." i replied.

"R...... I swear I heard that before I'll tell you when I get the info." and with that he hung up.

I casually walked back in the living room and felt something was, well to be frank, off.

I saw something reflect from a mirror but my phone buzzed, telling me I had a text.

"GANG! SUPER DANGEROUS! HE'S COMING!"

I snapped my head back, spotting the little red dots.

"GET DOWN!" I managed to yell before the shots started.