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"I told you to leave," Cain snarled, not turning back as he fired at the men who rushed him. One body, then another, dropped.
"Sorry, Daddy," I drawled. "But I can't lose you."
I ran toward Cain, toward the men focused on him. This was an assassination attempt. Not the Demon's work.
The approaching men were too close to Cain for me to drop them with my gun, but if they got to him, I knew what they'd try to do.
I pulled out the knife strapped to my thigh and threw the first knife. It slammed into the man's chest and he fell backward, his gun going off as he hit the ground. His buddy turned back toward him, a look of surprise coming over his face as blood bloomed across his shirt.
The gun discharging had taken him out too.
For once in my life, luck was on my side.
That was good, because I could use some luck to face the Demon. These guys were just the warm-up.
"We need to get out of here," I shouted at Cain. "We can deal with them later. Once we've got the guys."
We were stronger when we were together.
I took in the scene around us. Our car was locked in at this point. We were going to have to move on foot.
"Stay behind me," Cain ordered, moving swiftly toward a side street.
The two of us went together, squeezing off rounds as more enemies moved toward us. They seemed more tentative now.
Sure, there were only two of us.
But we were a dangerous team. When Cain twisted to one side to take out an ugly mobster winding around cars, I knelt to wrench my knife from the chest of the man I'd just killed...and straightened to throw it into the face of the man who had moved toward Cain's exposed back.
Cain turned back just in time to see the man drop, the knife plunging out of his eye.
"God, I love you," he said.
We kept moving through the crowd, moving in perfect sync.
I drew my gun and fired again, hitting a man in the shoulder and crippling him. He dropped his gun as Cain hit him, delivering a vicious blow that knocked him out. Cain stood with the gun raised and sighted the next man. He squeezed off another round, and the man fell between two cars. He was beside an open car door, and I realized where Cain was moving. We were going to take one of their vehicles.
We were at our best when we were together.
We glanced at each other. And it was the perfect time to race down the street, toward the car that had just disgorged a bunch of gangsters. The last two in the car were leaning out of the window, shooting, but Cain and I were firing back even as we ran.
Cain went left and I went right.
"I've got these two," Cain shouted. "Get to the vehicle."
The two drivers were both shooting at us, but they were fucking Stormtroopers compared to Cain and me.
One of them dropped to the ground, a bullet wound through his forehead.
"Nice work, honey," I crooned. The other one was trying to take cover behind the car, so as Cain covered me, I leapt on top of the nearest crashed car, running up the slick metal and glass to the roof. From my vantage point, I caught a glimpse of his shocked face just before I squeezed off another round and he dropped to the ground.
"Get down from there!" Cain shouted, even though I was already running down the windshield, then letting my feet go out from underneath me so I could slide down the glass and across the hood. I landed smoothly on my feet, ready to fight on.
I didn't like how much distance was between Cain and me right now.
But from my vantage point a second before, I'd been able to see how many bodies littered the streets–and that a few mobsters were running now. We'd scared them off.
Then I saw him freeze.
