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Foi trotted over to him covered in more blood, and Jaygen couldn't say he was disappointed. They slipped into the house, and Jaygen stopped dead in his tracks. Porter and the reports had said Gabriel Manetti kept anywhere around fifteen to twenty guards on the property at one time.
There were at least triple that milling around. Before Jaygen could think of having them go back and regroup, an ear-piercing siren went off, and the air felt frozen. Shit. No doubt Ozni and Cyrus made it in. Guards left the room, but not all of them, unfortunately.
They were spotted instantly and Jaygen had no time to come up with a different plan. They'd continue, but leaving men alive was no longer an option. They have to do what they could to get through the night. As long as Gabriel Manetti died, then Jaygen would count the night as a win.
The lifted gun weighed heavy in his hands, but Jaygen didn't hesitate as he started aiming at the enemy. He dodged behind a thick wooden table as bullets started flying before he sighed in displeasure. Didn't they know how to shoot straight? Feathers from decorative pillows were flying in the air and vases were shattering as the idiots shot wildly.
Jaygen barely refrained from rolling his eyes. He waited until they started to reload and dashed across the room ending up behind a plush couch. It would be ruined along with the rest of the room. Jaygen could feel his annoyance at the situation rising, and it only made him want to kill all of them more.
These men had no idea they were signing their death warrants.
Searingpain radiated down Foi's front legs. The bullet embedded in his flesh was making it hard as hell to keep moving. Dark spots danced in his vision, but he refused to give up. The inside was guarded tighter than a priest's asshole.
It was almost as if Gabriel Manetti had known they were coming, but Foi knew that wasn't the case. But fuck, his guards had guards, and then those fuckers had guards. Most of them were human, but they were skilled and giving as good as they got.
At some point, Foi got separated from Jaygen, and he just knew the tiger shifter would give him the fucking lecture of a lifetime. And how stupid was he that he was actually looking forward to it? He couldn't wait to be back at the bar wrapped around Porter and licking every inch of their human.
But first, he had to fucking survive a war they hadn't been prepared for. It was four of them, and shit, he lost count after over thirty guards started shooting at him.
Foi slid down a hallway, and all the damn doors were shut. Screams and shouts echoed around the mansion as explosives went off and gunshots came from every possible direction.
Air sawed in and out of his lungs, and Foi fought with his wolf. He needed to shift back to his human form, but it was taking longer than necessary. Foi had always struggled with his wolf form and the control it took to go back and forth, but eventually, he got it. His bare hand slapped the marble floor, and he sucked in a ragged breath. His arm wobbled under him but he pushed himself up, and hissed at the bleeding wound on his forearm.
"Fuck," Foi muttered.
Footsteps ran toward him, and he knew there was no time to wallow over his wound. Foi rolled his shoulders and crept back quietly. Carefully, he opened the first door he saw and left it slightly cracked open.
The room was dark and held nothing but books. Foi paid it little to no attention once he made sure no one was inside. He kept quiet, patiently waiting for his prey to make it to the door. Footsteps continued to go past the hallway, but it wasn't long before two sets stopped just outside the doorway.
Foi licked his lips, tasting blood covering them. He no doubt looked like a mad man. Naked and covered in blood. The whole not killing a bunch of humans had gone out the door. There was no way they'd make it out alive with minimum blood on their hands, or in their case, mouths.
"Check in there," one of them said as a single pair of steps headed further down the hall, no doubt checking the other rooms.
Foi's heart slowed, and he took in a measured breath and waited. His wolf thrived off the hunt, and it wanted out. But Foi was in control. He had to be. Switching back and forth was going to be the key for the night. If he didn't, he might slip back to old habits, and the wolf would take complete control. And if that happened, it was going to take his pack to drag him back to the bar. Foi could just picture Jaygen's smug smile and tsk at his lack of restraint.
Shaking his head of all distractions, Foi focused just in time as the door was pushed open further by the barrel of a gun. He waited until the man walked in further. He was human by the scent of him. The moment his shoulder passed the door, Foi attacked. His fingernails lengthened, and he sank them into the plush flesh of the human and yanked. Hot blood covered his fingers as it sprayed out of the fresh open wound. The human helplessly clutched his throat, his eyes widening as he gurgled what sounded like help and hit the ground like a ton of bricks.
Shit! Foi winced as three sets of footsteps pounded toward him. He should have caught the idiot before he dropped. Fuck. Foi didn't have time to hide as three more men came into the room. He fought with two of them while the other tried to take aim, but luckily for Foi, he wasn't willing to kill his comrades. Foi made sure not to give the bastard a clear shot.
"Fuck hold him still," the man with the gun aimed at them yelled.
Foi ducked just as a fist came at his face. He swept the man's legs from under him and sucker-punched the other in the gut, making him puke.
"God damn supernaturals. You're all a bunch of freaks," one of the men shouted. Foi ignored who said it. The words were nothing new, and Foi was too busy moving and fighting.
Foi's arm burned, and his punches with his left arm were weak as hell, the bullet still inside of his flesh hindering his body from fully healing. It would be a bitch to get out, but he didn't have the time to take it out now. A fist connected with his side and Foi grunted. He swiveled around throwing his own punches at the other guard.
He was a big meaty fucker, and with Foi injured, his hits weren't as brutal as they usually were. Air sawed in and out of his lungs, but Foi kept going. He wouldn't die there. He would fucking fight and win. There was no other option.
Arms slipped around him, and Foi cursed. The bastard he'd hit before and made puke was back on his feet.
"Take the fucking shot, Milo," he grunted. Foi growled and thrashed in the man's hold. He couldn't shift. If he did there was a risk of a bullet to the head there for a few seconds of vulnerability during a shift. Fuck he was so fucked.
The guy with the gun took aim.
"Hurry the fuck—" The man holding Foi didn't get to finish as Milo’s, or whatever his name was, brains and blood splattered all over them. His corpse crashed to the floor with a giant hole in his head.
Foi whipped around in time to see Jaygen holding up a huge silver gun. He was covered in blood, and his ice-blue eyes screamed death. The other meaty guard Foi had been fighting was dead at Jaygen's feet.
