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Finley slammed his shoulder against the door.
I swung my stare to Hunter, who scanned the rows of doors beside me. He scowled, sensing what I sensed.
“Lazarus!” London roared behind us. “STOP!”
The alley door to our right opened. Shadows spilled out, moving like a plague. I lifted my gun as that chilling feeling took flight, and took aim as one man slammed into Lazarus, lifting him off his feet.
Carven and Colt rushed forward, like a thunderous wave crashing against the army that came.
Crack!
Grunt!
I squeezed off a shot—Boom!—and hit one of them in the shoulder. He spun backwards, stumbling before he righted himself and whipped a sickening glare my way. I knew what they were…mechanical, terrifying hunters.
They were Sons.
“Hunter!” I roared as I rushed forward.
Two of them had Lazarus, one drove his fists into the Mafia leader’s face as the other yanked a glinting blade into the air. With a roar I lunged, driving my shoulder into the guy, trying my best to knock him sideways. But he was ready for it, turning to swing back around and drove the blade into my shoulder.
I unleashed a roar as pain plunged deep.
Bang!
Lazarus stumbled backwards, his gun kicking as it fired, hitting the Son in the center of his chest, dropping the bastard where he stood. The alley erupted in gunfire and screams. But the screams didn’t come from the mechanical, trained killers. They came from us.
Thomas unleashed a roar behind me. I swung, to find him lifting a heavy gold cross above his head before driving it back down. The same cross that was in his bedroom. I knew it was there…but how in the Hell did he bring it here? A Son was on the ground behind me, his sickening, rage-filled stare pinned on me.
One look and I knew my brother had just saved my life. I met Thom’s stare and nodded.
Caleb and Nick had taken back-to-back stances, each firing to pick off one after another of the bastards who came for us.
The white-eyed scarred fucker came from somewhere behind me, charged in to fire and dropped one of the Sons. But he was hit in kind, the shot clipping his shoulder to throw him backwards. I’d seen the guy take on four goddamn bikers on his own. But not even he was prepared for the onslaught of these bastards.
More of them came, throwing knives like words. I ducked sideways, but Alvarez Cross of the Cerberus brothers wasn’t so goddamn graceful. He took a knife in his thigh, and another in his stomach.
“Get back!” I screamed and clutched my gun, staring at the carnage as they took Lazarus’ bodyguard down. I yanked my gun upwards, swallowing the wave of pain that ripped like lightning through my shoulder, and squeezed the trigger.
Lazarus was down. Finley too. Hunter unleashed a bellowing roar as he took out two of the Sons.
But there were too many…we were going to die in this alley.
“Get them!” I yelled, pointing to Laz and Fin.
I fired my gun and strode forward, then kept on firing, making the fuckers dodge and run.
But it only gave us a second of reprieve. Still, it was what we needed. Hunter lunged for Fin, who was the closest, and swung his massive fist around to connect with the Son who had Fin on his back.
Crack.
The brutal blow was sickening. But it did the job. The Son flew sideways, slammed against the ground, and struggled to rise. I lifted my gun and stumbled to the side, then drove it down with all I had, cold-cocking the bastard on top of Lazarus as I shoved out my other hand.
He was dazed, still he grasped my hand and let me pull him upright. Hard, ripping coughs came as he clutched his throat and tried to breathe. But there was a look of pure rage burning like neon fucking lights in his eyes. The kind of rage that didn’t care if he was killed or the rest of us, for that matter.
Only I sure as hell cared.
“Go!” I shoved him backwards. “Grab your man and GO!”
