Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel, Lake, B. [if you give a mouse a cookie read aloud .txt] 📗

The door swings open and the man that I just saw on the couch is standing right in front of me.

He doesn't say a word, I don't give him a chance to. "Who the fuck are you?'

"What do you mean who the fuck am I? You knocked on this door. Either you state your business, or you can be the fuck on your way.”

The man was about my height, but I had more bulk than him. His eyes are light blue, but I don't see any hesitation in them. It's his blue fucking hair that makes me take a step back. Who the fuck dyes their hair blue?

"Where's Keeley?" I grit out. I don't want to play with this man.

"Who the fuck wants to know?"

"Her fucking husband." I bark out.

His eyes pop open in recognition. "Dillon, huh?"

I didn't like that he knew my government name. "Motherfucker, you don't know me. We ain't that fucking familiar. You can tell me where the fuck my woman is and what the fuck you are doing here?"

"Keeley is in the house and that is exactly where she is going to stay." He crosses his arms over his chest like he was going to stop me from getting in there to my family. I almost laugh in his face. Who the fuck did he think he was?

"Move the fuck out of my way."

"Nah, I don't think that’s going to happen. It's obvious that she came all the way out here to get the hell away from you and if that is what she wants who am I to negate that. If she wants you to come in, then she can let you in herself. Until then you can move the fuck on."

My hands clench at my sides and I already know that it's not going to end well for this man. In one last ditch effort I give him his last opportunity to leave in one piece. "Get the fuck out of my way." I growl.

"Are you hard of hearing? I already told you that I'm-" His hand goes up and pushes my shoulder back. That was all she wrote.

I grab hold of his arm. Use my elbow to hit him hard across the face. He leans back, but doesn't fall. Instead, he uses the heel of his hand to hit me square in the chest. It feels like I can't breathe, but I don't need fucking air to get to my wife. I'll die if that's what it takes. I lean over as my body forces me to try to inhale. I rush him, my shoulder straight into his gut. He tries to grab hold of me. Only I move quicker than I think he anticipates, because I make contact. A loud gush of air pushes out of his mouth. I take that second to rip him from the doorway and toss him on the walkway.

"Fuck! Wire, you need back up?" Roth asks as he runs closer to where we are. I put my hand up to let him know that I had this. I would take this motherfucker out on my own.

Finally, I am able to stand at full height when I get my wind back. I kick him a few times in his side and he grabs onto my leg, pulling it out from under me. My head hits the ground hard and for a second, I see stars behind my eyelids. He scrambles to get on top of me. I block some of his punches, but I can tell that he is calculating the next one so he wouldn't miss. He may not be as strong as I am, but the man was definitely trained. I manage to get a good shot to his jaw, and he falls backwards. I get to my feet ready to move forward, but he gets up at the same time as I do. Not even the slightest bit winded. I take a step froward, but he leans back in. With a quick snap he lifts his leg and swings it directly at my face, my head whips to the side hard and I fall down to the ground trying to get my head to stop spinning.

This time he is the one to kick me when I'm down and I do the same to him. I grab his foot so that it flies out from under him. Instead of him falling straight down like I would have thought he would do, he uses the motion to jump up and bring his leg straight down on my chest. Yeah, this motherfucker was definitely trained. That's ok, my bullets were trained as well.

I reach to my back where my gun was stashed and pull it out. He pulls away and slowly crawls back to where I am. I guess to try and get the gun away from me.

"Shit." I hear Roth in the background.

"No!" I roar out to let him know that I still didn't want help.

"Oh my God! What the hell! Stop! Fucking stop!" Keeley is at the door. She screams and cries as we continue to hit on each other, but neither one of us let's go of the gun. "Fly just stop I'll see him. I want to see him. Stop!" Keeley screams at the man.

I bring my head forward and strike him once right in the middle of the face. His nose opens up like a fucking faucet and he roars in pain, but still doesn't let go of the gun.

I hear Max in the background now barking furiously and Keeley doing whatever she could to keep him from attacking.

The man gets a hold on the gun and as we fight to hold it, I hear a voice I haven't heard this close in so long.

"Daddy?"

My eyes quickly turn in the direction of my Daughter's voice. "Lily, go back inside" I order her. She doesn't need to see this shit.

My attention isn't where it should be, and the man pulls the gun out of