Chapter 21

(Chapter song “Dynasties and Dystopia’ by Denzel Curry)

OLIVER I tilt my head and roll my sleeves up as the door comes to life and slides open.

He looks my way and I smirk.

“Fuck.” He rolls his head away.

“Mikey, Mikey, Mikey. I haven’t seen you since you sicced the Dragons on us.” I eye him as I walk over to a table on the opposite wall.

“This isn’t the prison.” He growls. “Where am I?”

“Oh…it’s the prison.” I scan the interrogation tools I have laid out. “It's just a little area I built for…your kind.” I grab a pair of iron knuckles and raise my chin to him.

He looks at the knuckles and his wrist twists in the iron chains. “Is that supposed to scare me?”

I tick the corner of my lips down and tick my head. “What…This?” I wave the knuckle around. “It’s for me. My…entertainment. I have other ways to scare you.”

“You don’t scare me.” He grits.

“I suppose I don’t…not yet.”

I pace around in front of him with my hands behind my back. Glancing at him occasionally. “You know, Mikey. They told me I had to treat you with kid gloves. Go easy on poor, Michael. He’s sick.” I stop in front of him. “That’s not true, is it? Everything you’re doing you want to do, don’t you?”

He narrows his eyes. “Right.” He clenches.

I close the gap. “That’s what I thought. So when they say treat you with kid glove, you know what I say?”

He lifts his chin. “What?”

I reach out, rip off his eyepatch and drive my thumb through his eye socket into his fucking skull.

He loses his knees and screams in agony.

I lower my head to him. “FUCK THE KID GLOVES!!” I roar in his face.

I rip my hand off him and turn with a hop. I blow out a breath and stretch out my arms with circles. I turn back around and he’s panting out the pain.

“Fuck, that felt good!’ I smirk. “Let’s have some fun, Mikey.” I growl darkly.

I rush him, grab his hair and slam his face twice with the knuckles.

His head bounces on his neck and he barely cries out.

I walk away. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” I lick my bottom lip with a grin.

He spits blood on the floor. “You gonna interrogate, or just be a pussy and attack a guy who can’t fight back.” He arches a brow and watches me walk around.

I stop dead and look at him. “You…You want to fight me?” I point to my chest as I walk to the table. I throw the bloody knuckles on the table and take off my shirt.

“OK. Hell in a Cell.” I fold my shirt neatly and lay it on the table. I pick up a 6 inch blade and spin it around in my hand. “I think that is the only good idea you’ve ever had. Come on, Lycan mutt.”

My wolf is slamming to be let out as I walk up and release his one hand. I put the key in his palm and walk away while he undoes his other cuff. I keep my eye on him as I crack all the bones in my upper body.

I swell my muscles up and face him.

“I will say this. Only one of is getting out of here alive.” I point the knife to him. “And it ain’t you.”

His eyes glow and his shoulders heave. “Well, see about that.” His voice changes from man to animal as his lycan grows out his body.

His black lycan roars to the ceiling and runs at me. I jump at him and land a punch to the side of his head, he drops to the side and I come back with a hard backhand, forcing his head the other way.

He faces me and swings. I grab his arm and pull it over my knee. I slam it on my thigh and he screams. He grabs my neck and throws me to the door. I bounce off it and hit the floor.

I get up and wipe the spit from my mouth.

We circle each other. “You’re a twisted fucker.” I point the knife. “Trafficking rogues. Making them take Croak. Fucking up their heads. You need to die.” I growl and run at him. I leap and he reaches for me. I spin around in the air and land the blade in his neck. He screams out again and it’s fucking music to my ears.

I pull it out, punch his gut and upper cut his jaw. I spin the other way and sink the blade in between his ribcage.

I pull it out and I grab his shoulder as he tries to stumble back. I shove the blade into his stomach three times then walk away.

I run my fingers up the blade and squeeze the blood off it, flicking it off my fingers to the floor.

Michael is on one knee. He’s holding his stomach as his black fur shines with blood.

I lean to him. “Come on, Mike!” I pace back. “This was supposed to be a fight!”

He looks at me and his eyes glow yellow/green. I see his cuts stitch back together.

I crouch and place the blade out in front with my other palm resting against it. “Yeah. Mikey’s back. Let’s go. Prove that you’re not the pussy River says you are.”

He snarls his lips and his teeth drool. “You have no idea who you’re fucking with.” His demonic voice fills the room.

I lower my head and look at him through my brows. “Let’s go, dick.”

He lunges and when he’s in my zone, I spin a cross slice from the top left. The sharp blade cuts into his chest. I switch hands and bring it down into his forearm. He grabs my forearm and rips me off the knife. He slugs me and I fly back into the floor.

I roll to my side, coughing. “That was good, Mike.” I hop to my feet and stretch out my chest. I stand with my fists balled and my head cocked. His lycan grabs the hilt of the knife, pulls the blade out of his arm and throws it. His lip snarls and his claws grow longer.

“You found one ball. Congrats. You’re only half a pussy.” I smirk as he leans forward and roars in my face.

My lip curls. “This is for Ezra, you fucking bitch.” I growl and my eyes glow gold.

I shift and my wolf jumps on him. We fall to the floor and my wolf grab his skin. Michael roars as my wolf shakes him like a chew toy. He throws punches and tries to pry me off. We roll and slam into walls.

My wolf grabs his side and throws him in the air. His body hits the roof and falls to the floor.

He gets up and my wolf postures. He rushes my zone as I leap for his throat. He grabs my head and knees me in the chest. He lifts me up and throws me into the table. The table breaks under my body, I shift and get up on my hands and knees. I see the knuckles and put them on. I grab a 10 pound hammer I had on the table. It’s metal head scrapes on the floor as I stand.

“You prey on people who are sick. That doesn’t fly with me. You should have been taken out long ago.” I raise the head of the hammer to him. “Your days of using rogues is over.”

He lunges and I growl loud as I swing the hammer in a large circle and get him right under his chin. His wolf yelps loud as he’s thrown back and skids across the floor.

I swing the hammer in a circle as I walk. “You hurt her!” I bring the hammer down on his ribs. He chokes out a growl and covers his chest.

I step over his legs. “You tortured her!” I bring it down on his thigh. He screams in pain.

I hold it in my hands as I look down into his eyes. “You’re a piece of shit who’s an insult to that fucking mark on your shoulder, Mike.” I lift the hammer over my head with the intention of driving it into his skull. “I’m freeing Emily from your sorry ass.” I sneer.

I start to bring it down and he grabs my legs, yanking them out from under me. I land on my back and the air leaves my lungs.

He jumps on me and his jaws try to wrap around my head. I slam my hand on his top and bottom muzzle and hold him back. Venom drips on me and I grit with a snarl as he fights me. I huff breaths through my nose and sweat soaks my face. I glare into his eyes as my arms shake. He growls deep and dark.

“You…ain’t…shit…” I growl back.

“When I get out of here, I’m snapping her neck as soon as I get my claws in her.” He threatens.

This really pisses me off. I find extra power and shove him off. I jump on him and we wrestle trying to lock one another down. I hold his neck and land several punches to his head. I feel bones fracture and my fist is covered in blood. I flip him over and try to get my arm around his neck. He rolls over on top of me and I take the win. I lock his arms with my legs and wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze.

“Fucking die, asshole.”

He's struggling to breath, trying to escape my pin as my legs constrict his chest and my arms cut off his air. He slams my back on the floor, but I’m so fucking raged out, I don’t feel it. I just call my wolf for more power.

“You fucked with what’s mine, Mikey. I’ll see you in fucking hell.” I grind out. My entire body shakes as I strangle the shit out of him.

He garbles and chokes then shifts which makes my objective easier because he’s smaller than I am.

He’s wriggling and fighting. His face is bright red.

“Fucking die!” I growl loud.

“OLIVER!!”

I glance at the door and Bastian is on the other side with a tech and a few other Alphas.

“FUCK OFF, BASTIAN!!” I roar.

Michael chokes out pleas as they work on opening the door.

“This ends now.” I clench.

I plant a hand on the back of his head preparing to snap his neck when the door opens and they run.

“STAND DOWN! NOW!!” Bastian yells “FUCK YOU! HE'S MINE!” I yell back.

River grabs my arm. “LET GO!”

Bastian lands four punched to my head, but that only makes me angrier.

I throw Michael away, fly to my feet and grab Bastian by the throat. Slamming him on the wall, I haul back and throw a power backed fist into the wall beside his head.

I move nose to nose with him and shoot fire into his eyes.

Michael is hacking and coughing on the floor as River assesses him.

Bastian stares me down. “Stand…down.” He clenches. His eyes glow blue.

I turn to River and his eyes glow blue.

I look at Michael, covered in blood with open cuts still healing all over. His open eye socket is bleeding and his chest heaves.

I rip my hand off Bastian and look around the room. “Fucking pussies.” I spit and leave the room.

I walk to the interrogation room and place my hand on the scanner. Ezra runs to the door.

Her face falls when she sees my body covered in blood.

I open the door and she wraps her arms around my waist and I hold her head.

Bastian walks out first then River brings Michael out in cuffs. His head turns to me then he sees her.

“Ezra.” He growls.

I turn her away and she hugs me tighter. “Don’t fucking talk to her.”

He scowls and River pushes on him.

Ezra whimpers in my arms.

I kiss her hair. “It’s OK. We’re going home.” She nods on my chest.

Bastian crosses his arms. “You’re not going anywhere.” He stands with determination in the doorway. “We need to have a long fucking talk.”