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I shot his other foot before striking him across the face with my gun as hard as I fucking could. With one last squeeze of his throat, I let him go, grasped his shirt and spun him around so I could slam him across the small room into the kitchen bench. He scrambled to get back in the fight, but he was no match for me. I closed the distance between us again and punched him. He grunted and took a shot at hitting me, but I evaded the jab and punched him again, my fist connecting with his jaw with a satisfying crack.
I was fucking manic.
Wired for hell.
I could keep going at him for hours, but all I had were minutes. Fuck, I didn’t even have that. Our plan had been to get in and get out fast. I’d gone and screwed that up by taking my time questioning Romano.
I needed to get back to him. This guy wasn’t going to give me answers to my questions, and I didn’t have time to drag them from him, so I struck him with my fist a few more times before putting a bullet between his eyes. A lot less satisfying than what I would have preferred to do, but it got the job done.
“King!” Hyde called out as his boots thudded through the place. “We need to hurry this the fuck up.”
Yeah.
I stalked back into the living room and found Axe standing over a guy, landing punch after punch on him. The guy was covered in blood and didn’t have any fight left in him, but my brother’s own demons had surfaced. Once they were let loose, a motherfucker had no chance against him. Axe and I were cut from the same cloth; he was just better at controlling the darkness running through his veins.
I looked at Hyde. “Did we get them all?”
He nodded. “Yeah. There were four of them. They weren’t feds. I pulled this from one of them.” He handed me a piece of paper.
It was a map of the area that contained scribbled notes regarding the detail that had been guarding Romano.
“Romano’s men,” I said.
“That’s my guess.”
I shoved the paper in my pocket. “Good. With any fucking luck that’s the last of them.”
Turning to Romano, I pulled my blade out again as anticipation coursed through me. This was going to be over far too fucking quickly for me, but I had no choice. As much as I wanted to take him with me so I could dedicate some long days to making him suffer, what I wanted more was to make a fucking statement.
This is what happens when you fuck with Storm.
We will go to the depths of hell to find you.
And you won’t be the one left standing.
My eyes locked on his.
He bucked in Nitro’s hold, but we both knew this was the end of the road for him.
I called on every memory of what he’d done to my club and the people I held close.
I allowed the thoughts to swarm like angry fucking bees.
And with a roar that I dragged from the pits of my soul, I plunged the knife into his chest.
Flesh and blood and pain filled my senses as he cried out in agony.
I ripped the knife from his body and thrust it back in, twisting deep.
Pure fucking satisfac
tion rushed through me, but it was tinged with torment because his death would never make up for what he’d done. The lives he’d taken would never be returned. The life he’d tried to take was still in jeopardy. The suffering he’d dealt would never be eased.
I leaned in close to him and snarled through gritted teeth, “Rot in hell, motherfucker.”
His head had rolled back but he dragged it up so he could look at me one last time. “I didn’t kill your ex… Didn’t fucking kill anyone…” He gurgled through his pain before his head lolled back again.
My mind attempted to process that, but I stumbled over it.
