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“Me and you are going right,” she told Tobias, immediately heading that direction when we reached the end of the hall.
“I’ll go down?” Ace more questioned than stated, his tone uncertain.
“I got you,” Darrian answered him, grabbing his elbow and guiding him to the staircase leading to the lower level.
I moved ahead with Maliki, removing Adelaide’s gun from my waistband.
Neither of us paid more than a second’s attention to the body strung up and blocking entry into a gym, or the marker fresh on the wall.
At the top of the stairs was a fallen flashlight pointed down the hall.
“Get off!” Adelaide’s voice carried from the far end, followed by two bodies hitting a locker.
I focused on the sound, proceeding forward, maneuvering around all the bullshit in my way.
She came into my line of sight just as the Stag she was grappling with, which was either a giant woman or a man twice her size, nearly tossed her ass clean down the hall in the direction I was coming from.
There wasn’t a clear shot for her acolyte to take.
I could see her watching the two of them and trying to determine how to intervene.
Adelaide made a sound of frustration but otherwise remained steady on her feet until the large fucker swung what looked like a meat cleaver.
Narrowly avoiding her face being taken off, she jumped backward and tripped over a desk right in my path.
I easily caught her with one arm before she could hit the floor. Not saying a word, I passed her off to Maliki and then continued on my way.
I slipped the gun back in my waistband, deciding to handle this shit-bag the fun way.
The Stag must have been feeling suicidal, or maybe he knew I was going to be sending him to an early grave no matter what he did because the motherfucker swung at me next.
His gender was confirmed by the breath he heaved before swinging it.
He was fast.
I was faster.
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I caught his arm before it could come near my face. Grasping it tightly, I twisted with an extraneous force, hearing the bone pop and grind as it began to turn under pressure.
A bellow of pain came from beneath his mask.
Pussy.
Catching the meat cleaver as it fell from his fat fingers, I used it to knock the deer mask from his head.
Flipping it around by the handle and making sure my grip was tight, I slammed the rusted blade right between the man’s eyes. A guffaw left his mouth; he stumbled backward, grabbing at the knife lodged in his face while slowly sinking to the ground.
Advancing, I Ignored the bits of blood that flew back, jerked the blade free, and then repeated the motion until his features began to split in two—mouth, nose, and forehead all parting like the sea.
When I was finished, my chest was slightly heaving from exertion and blood dripped from my mask.
I glanced over at the acolyte watching me closely while making her way back to Adelaide.
Not the least bit worried about what she thought she might do to me. I turned back to my princess, now forcibly sitting at Maliki’s feet, and smirked.
Chapter Seven
