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I lean over the counter where the lunch spread is laid out, working on catching my breath. What he did to my throat was nothing like my men choking me in bed. It feels bruised, and he only had a hold on me for a few seconds at best. Shows how much damage intent can do.
“No, it’s seventeen. Has to be.” Cole slaps the man in front of him with the flat of his hand, then splits his fingers apart and jabs them in his eyes. This certainly isn’t a time to play fair.
A hand grabs a fistful of my hair, tugging my head back painfully. Shit. I underestimated my skills for defending myself. I need a lot more lessons from Vander. I’ll only try to get him to fuck me every other time.
My hand scrambles to reach for something, why I didn’t go for any of the weapons strapped to my legs is beyond me, but I fist the bottleneck of the beer sitting on the counter. Maybe it was all the talk of Ravenmaster’s rules. He did say to spice things up from time to time.
I’m jerked backward, but I’m still able to shatter the bottle on the side of the counter. Beer and glass go everywhere, leaving behind the jagged sharp edges of the top behind. My scalp screams when he drags me by the hair into his body.
Without pausing for a second, and hoping my aim is true, I shove the broken glass over my shoulder where his face is. I’m not able to put as much force into it as I’d like, but honestly, my face is too pretty for the consequences if I was a little off in my aim. There’s no way to adequately describe the feeling of the glass penetrating an eyeball, but the scream almost bursts my eardrum.
The man releases me to grab at his face, and I don’t waste a second. I whip around and shove the glass right into the side of his neck as hard as I can.
Chapter 19
Jasper
The men keep coming. I knew my brother—shit, I really need to stop thinking of him that way—would have guards, but this is more than I’d expected. Even Vander told us to be ready. But there’s no reason for this magnitude of protection unless you’re…
Oh, fuck.
I can’t believe he was dumb enough to run his empire from his house. Everyone knows it’s best not to bring work home with you. That is, unless you run a guild of assassins and your girlfriend is a serial killer. Then you should absolutely bring them home, nay, bring them directly into bed.
The bright side of this, though, is that Cole’s sister should be here then. This very well might be the end of our mission.
If only we get through the never ending assault raining down on us. I slam my knife into the gut of the guard in front of me, twisting the blade as I pull it out, then I grab a gun from my holster and shoot him in the head, along with one rousing on the floor a few feet away.
A sharp scream has me twisting in place, my heart pounding a mile a minute. It’s right in time to find my beautiful goddess of death jamming a broken beer bottle into a man’s neck. Half of his face is covered in blood, but it has nothing on the amount of blood when she yanks the glass from his jugular.
“Fuck you, asshole,” she growls, swiping his feet out from under him. She’s instantly on top of him, stabbing him repeatedly with the glass right in his chest. “Don’t pull a woman’s hair unless you plan on deep dicking her. Guess this lesson is coming a little too late for you. Nevermore.” The last word comes out like a scathing curse.
Part of me wants to reprimand her for straddling some dude, but the other part is getting turned on by the sight of her using a weapon of convenience. Raven is absolutely stunning as she gives in to her darkness, embracing it and sinking deeper.
Cole slowly edges around her, having killed his attacker as well. It seems we’re either in a lull, or we’ve annihilated his horde of goons.
“Hey there, killer,” Cole coos. He reaches for her wrist on an upward swing and grips it tightly. “You got him. He can’t get any dead-er.” He chuckles at his joke.
She scowls at him, and I close the distance, wanting to get her on her feet as quickly as possible. She’s not in a good position for defense. “You really are gorgeous covered in blood when it doesn’t come as such a surprise.”
The psycho standing next to me turns a beaming smile directed at me. “Doesn’t she? Although, I rather prefer being the one to put it on her.”
Our praise seems to turn her mood, and she takes my offered hand. “What has you all fired up, Little Bird?”
“He pulled my hair,” she growls angrily.
I’m not sure why that set her off, she usually squeezes the life out of my cock when I do it to her. I thread my fingers in her hair and press my fingers into her scalp massaging it. “Better?”
“Much better.” She sighs and leans into the touch. Damn, she makes it hard for me to not give in to some wild fantasies right now.
Footsteps sound on the staircase, and I raise my gun, ready for whoever it is. At the same time, I don’t stop loving on my sweet girl. I’ll take any moment where she leans into my touch, not giving a single objection when I’m being soft with her.
Cole fists his gun as well, but his other hand moves his rock hard dick in his pants. “Damn it, Raven. Look what you did.”
She smirks. “Oops. My bad.” The little brat doesn’t sound too upset by it. I feel for the guy since I’m in the same fucking boat.
“I should bend you over and fuck you while I shoot anyone else who comes into this room.” He cages her in against me, grips her chin, tilts her head back and kisses her. All the while, my hand is in her hair, cupping the back of her head. She’s completely dominated, loving every second as she squirms in place, rubbing her ass against my aching cock. So not the time for this.
Movement appears where I heard the sound. I don’t wait to see more of them. The head is enough to take care of what I need, which is where I would’ve shot anyway. They tumble with a snapping crack down the stairs.
