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“Oh yes,” Sienna hissed.
Sabella was silent. He could hear her breathing, hard, rough.
“Oh, I wish that Noah Blake could hear her once we start making her scream,” Sienna drawled.
Noah palmed the dagger Nik had given him with one hand, cradled the rifle in the other arm.
“Jordan and Sheriff Grayson are moving in. Be advised, wild card, you have friendlies coming in,” Tehya reported.
“Sienna, don’t do this. Don’t make Noah ki
ll you.”
He heard her voice then. It struck through his soul with the fear in it.
“Keep begging me,” Sienna panted then. “Oh yeah, Bella, I want you to beg while I eat your pussy and Mike comes down your throat.”
Noah didn’t think so.
He stepped into the cave.
Mike had a single second to whip around with the gun he was holding. Noah let the knife fly, burying it in his shoulder as Sienna screeched and came flying at him.
Sienna was easy. He didn’t even have to put any power in the punch to her jaw and she went down. But when she fell she tangled in his feet and Mike came roaring at him.
He’d torn the dagger from his shoulder, rage burned in his brown eyes, flushed his face. And he could fight. He and Nathan had always sparred together. The other man might have gained some paunch, but he was maddened, enraged. Noah felt the gun at his back slip out to the floor in a distant part of his mind.
Mike’s arms wrapped around Noah, threw him into the cavern wall as he heard Sabella’s cry echo through the stone room.
He took the first blow to his kidney, let Mike land another in his stomach, then he moved. He threw his elbow into the other man’s throat, knocked him back. Mike’s gutter-fighting abilities had improved. He threw a kick back that Noah dodged, but the pure rage in Mike was nothing compared to the cold brutal ice that filled Noah.
He ducked, rolled, gripped the fallen knife in his hand, and as Mike came back at him, Noah wrapped one arm around the other man’s shoulders and felt the crunch, the slice of the blade as it pierced Mike’s chest and ripped into the heart.
Mike froze. His eyes widened as he stared back at Noah.
“Nathan Malone,” Noah whispered back, just loud enough for Mike. “I warned you, years ago. Don’t touch what’s mine.”
Something flickered in Mike’s eyes then. Regret. Fear. He wasn’t certain. Mike’s hand lifted, his lips formed his name as blood dribbled from the corners and he slid slowly to the floor.
Where Noah faced Sienna and the gun she held on him.
“I’ve killed before.” Her nose was bleeding, her green eyes were deranged.
Drugs. He could see it now, saw the evidence of it. Fucking junkie.
“I don’t want to kill you, Sienna.” He was aware of Sabella, pressed into the corner of the wall, watching the scene in fear and pain.
What he had put her through, no woman should have to experience. His death. His return as another man. Seeing everything that she believed was safe and secure in her world falling apart around her.
“But I want to kill you, Noah Blake.” She sneered, sniffed as tears fell from her eyes. “You killed Mike.” She grimaced then screamed. “Where the fuck will I get my coke from now, you son of a bitch?”
He shook his head. “Prison beats dead, Sienna.”
She sneered at that. “And wouldn’t the high-and-mighty fuck-turd Rick just love seeing me in prison. That son of a bitch. He’s going to be next and he just doesn’t know it. You won’t get out of here.” She waved the gun for emphasis.
Noah heard the comm activate at his ear. “Deck be appraised, command center compromised. Take out objects.”
Noah’s lips tightened.
