Free Saved (Lucifer's Legion Motorcycle Club #4) by Kelli Maine

Chapter One
     
    Her body crashes to the floor, right in front of me, before the echoes of the gunshot have even died out. It happens so suddenly, that there are a few moments of silence as we all watch her fall to the ground and lie there, the pistol still held in her hand. The calm before the storm.
    There was enough fuckin’ tension in the air already, and in a few confused seconds it reaches a boiling point. The Cartel fucker in a vest - the boss’s muscle - is the first one to act. Within seconds he’s holdin’ his gun up, shoutin’ in Spanish. He’s edgy, and doesn’t look like he’s gonna wait for an order from the boss to shoot. Then Pretty Randy grabs his gun. He’s slower to act, but once the dumbass figures out what’s goin’ on he draws quick.
    “Debería matarte idiotas aquí! Aficionados de mierda!”
    “Who do you think you’re pointin’ your gun at, motherfucker!?”
    “Calm the fuck down!” says Butch, tryin’ to get the two of them to put the guns away. He’s got a hand on his gun too, but he’s too controlled to do somethin’ stupid.
    The evil-lookin’ Cartel boss still ain’t showin’ much, but I’d bet he ain’t fuckin’ happy the bitch he came for just shot herself in front of him.
    Me? I’m still lookin at Lilith. At Amber. At the dead fuckin’ body of a bitch that I spent the last few days with. That I nearly fuckin’ ran away from everything with. That had a story so fuckin’ similar to mine it almost felt like there was a thread connecting us. The soul of my soul. Now she’s gone, and I can feel the thread pullin’ at me…
    A gunshot splits the air again, breaking me out of my thoughts. I look up. It’s the evil fucker, a snub in his hand pointed at the sky. Everyone else goes silent, all eyes on him.
    The Cartel boss gestures for his muscle to lower his gun, and at the same time puts his own gun back beneath his suit. His leathery face is fixed, but you can see the anger in his dark, beady eyes.
    “This is unacceptable. First you give me a slave that is barely capable. Now you attempt to give me a slave that is so poorly trained, so insubordinate, so unafraid, that she would take her master’s gun from him and kill herself in front of all of us.”
    “Wait,” Butch says, “the bitch just lost--”
    “Enough!” the Boss raises his hand and gives Butch a scowl that shuts him up. “What if we had taken this girl? What kind of threat would she pose to us? To our clients?”
    “The girl was crazy, but she would have made a good slave. Luc probably just broke her a little too much, made her want to die.”
    The Boss looks at Butch like he’s lookin’ at a child.
    “Slaves do not kill themselves because they want to die,” says the Boss, gesturing to the bloody corpse in the middle of the group. “They kill themselves because they want to live, yet cannot.”
    Butch takes a few steps towards the boss, his hands up.
    “Ok. This is a fuck-up. I’m big enough to admit it. We’ve had a few problems. Now, you raised the demands on us, gave us less time…” The Boss frowns at Butch. He looks like he’s about to shit his pants. “That’s fair,” Butch says, bein’ a pussy. “That’s ok. But we just need a bit of fucking patience to work out the kinks. We’re nearly there. We can increase production. We’ll have things running smoothly now.”
    “You’ve had enough ‘fucking patience!’” shouts the Boss, through gritted teeth. “This entire deal was your last fucking chance! There will be no more!”
    “We’ll pay all this off ten times over. More bitches, drugs, money, smuggle runs, you know we’re good for it.”
    “I said enough.”
    “We just need an extra trainer, and then we can keep up with demand. You know we can get you the finest slaves this side of the border. We’ve done it before.”
    “Enough!” The Boss screams, and I see the muscle’s hand go close to his pistol again, then Randy’s hand goes to his. The two of them