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Blink. York lifts the baseball bat above his head then smashes it over Frederico’s kneecap, breaking his leg in two from the force.
Blink. Frederico screams in pain, his back arching, blood spurting from his lips.
Blink. Zayn presses a knife against his neck, the serrated edge cutting into Frederico’s skin, blood oozing from the cut.
Blink. Xeno crouches over Frederico, pressing two fingers deep into the gunshot wound in the dying man’s chest.
Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink
Right before my eyes the men I love become the monsters of my nightmares. York’s white-blond hair is splattered with blood, his lips dripping crimson. My vampire comes to life in the starkness of violence and rage. No longer beautiful. Zayn is the shadowy-faced slasher in all those horror movies we loved to watch as kids, the knife his murder weapon of choice.
Xeno is the twisted beast with his claws buried in a man’s chest, ready to pull him to pieces to feed the animal within. And Dax, Dax is my captor. Monstrous in size, covered in blood and ink and gore.
“Talk, prick, or I make your death even more painful!” Xeno snarls, snapping me out of my morbid thoughts and bringing me crashing back to reality.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!” Frederico cries out, blood bubbling up his throat and dripping out of his mouth as he struggles to scream, struggles to breathe.
Xeno leans over Frederico, getting in his face. “Who the fuck sent you?” Every last drop of compassion and empathy I’d begun to witness these past few weeks disappearing as quickly as the blood seeps from Frederico’s body. “I asked you a motherfucking question!”
In response, Frederico just coughs up more blood through a spiteful pain-filled smile. I watch it splatter against Xeno’s face as he struggles to form words. Even though his skin is deathly pale as death waits in the wings, ready to drag him into hell, I realise that he’ll take this secret to his grave just to piss the Breakers off. I have to do something.
“Wait!” I say to Dax, gripping hold of his shirt in my fingers. “Put me down!”
“Kid, this ain’t for you,” he retorts.
“I said, put me down!”
“I need to get you out of here.”
“No. Put me down, right the fuck now!” I shout, shaking and angry, scared and determined.
Willing my body to obey me, I stand on trembling legs. Dax keeps his hand fixed firmly on my elbow to steady me. Despite feeling as though I’m wading through mud, I step towards Frederico as Beast slides out from the Bentley and tucks away his gun into the back of his jeans.
“Hey sweetheart, look who came to save the day,” he says with a wink and a smirk.
“How did you…?”
“Fucker was too preoccupied getting into the car that he didn’t notice me sliding in on the other side. Soon as he let you go, I fired. By the way, he’s got about five minutes until he bleeds out. Whatever the fuck you need to know, you’d better find out now.”
I nod, my whole body shaking as I kneel next to Frederico. Xeno sits back on his haunches, his gaze a mixture of respect and anger. “You need to get out of here,” he says.
“You need to let me do this,” I counter, concentrating on the dying man before me, a mixture of hate, sympathy and horror fucking with my emotions.
“Why?”
“He’sdying, Xeno.”
“He deserves it.”
I press my eyes closed briefly, swallowing hard, then fix my gaze back on Xeno. “He won’t tell you what you want to know. Letmetry.”
“Hewillfucking tell me,” Xeno growls, pressing his fingers deeper into the wound on Frederico’s chest. Frederico mumbles incoherently, his gaze going in and out of focus.
“Xeno, stop,” I whisper, placing my hand over his and feeling the wet warmth, sticky and viscous against my skin.
“He’ll bleed out quicker if I remove my fingers now,” he says. There’s no sympathy in his voice, just cold, hard facts coming from a man whose eyes hold nothing but contempt and hatred for the man painting the concrete scarlet with his blood.
York’s hand rests on my shoulder. “You’ve seen enough,” he says, the baseball bat discarded now as he looks at me with haunted eyes. I glance down from York’s blooded hands to Frederico’s smashed knees and swallow hard. This is the first time since we were kids that I’ve witnessed their violence. I’ve heard about it, sure. They’ve each warned me what they’re capable of, but I haven’t seen it for my own eyes and it’s not a sight I can easily swallow or will ever forget. The four of them are almost unrecognisable and nothing like the men who danced with me at Jewels nightclub a couple of weeks ago.
