Damn, I did not think this through enough. I stood up off of the ground and let out a groan making Roman look at me.

He studied my body, and when his eyes landed on the place where the bullet had entered me, his eyes grew darker from the fury he was feeling.

" You are dead Shaw! Fucking dead!", my brother roared trying to get out of the other two members of the Russian gang's hold. They had restrained him as soon as I had touched the hilt of the dagger, that Alexander had failed to hide.

Suddenly a group of men dressed in black leather marched into the club. They were all wearing masks that covered their faces up to the bridge of their noses.

And that's when all hell broke loose. 

Guns started to be loaded and used to shoot at the opposite side which was at the Russians and the Russians at them. 

All I knew was that this was going to be one hell, of a bloodshed kind of fight. 

Like the kinds of wars, they show in movies.

But let's just say it was 20 times more graphic.

At this point, there was a small puddle of my blood on the floor. Already knowing that I lost a lot of blood, I knew that I was about to pass out.