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Blood runs down my eyes, blurring my vision, and I attempt to wipe it away with my t-shirt so I can focus better. Fast paced footsteps sound from behind me, coming up on my left, and I know with certainty that it won’t be one of our men moving so quickly after being caught off guard like this.
Taking a deep breath, I roll my shoulders back, wincing at the pain in my muscles, before pointing my gun in that direction. My eyes zero in on the branded cut first—Devil’s Brutes—before I do as I was trained to do; and pull the trigger.
Without a silencer, the noise vibrates around us, but all I truly hear is the sound of the bullet meeting flesh as he takes his last breath, slumping to the ground, his blood starting to pool around him.
“Motherfuckers!” someone calls out, the voice unfamiliar.
As the flames grow, the smoke rises, offering me a better view of what is actually happening around me. Ryker is hovering over a lifeless body, blood dripping from the back of his head and his hands as he tries to catch his breath. Axel goes to pull his trigger on a Brute storming toward him with a blade in his hands, but it catches, confirming there’s no bullets left in the chamber.
Fuck.
I move to raise my own weapon in their direction, but Axel launches himself at the enemy, using his brute force and strength to disarm them. I’m sure I hear his skull crack, even from this distance, as Axel continues to lay into him, over and over again, until all that remains is a pile of flesh and bones at his feet.
Another gunshot rings out around us, pulling my attention from Axel’s busted knuckles and sneering face.
“Over here, it’s Emmett,” Euro hollers, and my feet are following his voice before I can even process it. He’s two containers away on the other side of the explosion. A member of the Devil’s Brutes has pinned him down. A knife handle sticks out of Emmett’s thigh.
Holy shit.
Euro struggles to breathe as this asshole strangles him against the container. He’s done enough damage; I’m not losing one of our guys at his hands.
Aiming my gun in his direction, I hesitate for the briefest of moments as I consider my accuracy with how close he is to Euro. Then… I pull the trigger. Blood splatters across Euro’s face as the Brute drops to the floor.
If it were under different circumstances, right now I’d be beating myself up over doubting myself for even the smallest moment, but the amusement is short-lived as Emmett grunts, trying to pull the blade from his thigh, and it quickly brings me back to the present.
“Fuck, don’t mess with that, Emmett,” I rush, dropping to my knees beside him as adrenaline runs through my veins.
“I’m fine, it’s just fucking stings,” he grunts, sweat beading at his temples, blood staining his jeans.
“I’m sure it does, but let’s get you out of here before we start messing around with it, yeah?”
He doesn’t have a chance to defy me as Ryker rushes to my side, hand on my shoulder as he glances at his close friend and VP. “We’re all clear. There’s no more of them, they’re gone, along with the guns. But I’ve got Hare on his way over now with a van. Don’t touch that fucking wound until we get back.”
Relief washes through me, only lasting a moment at the knowledge that we’re no longer under attack, but I know that doesn’t mean the shit we’re in is even close to being done with. If we thought them appearing last night was inconvenient, this is something else entirely.
It’s the end of one battle but the beginning of a war. The moment you have to decide whether you drop into defense or strike with offense, but there hasn’t been any pre-game video tapes here. No heads-up on who we’re up against. Just carnage. But the Brutes underestimate us if they think we’ll just sit and take it without retribution.
Emmett’s safety and well-being is paramount at this moment, we won’t react as rashly as we did with the Reapers, they’ll be expecting that. With every breath I take, I become stronger, angrier, and more merciless.
Let the enemy burn bright as we rise from the ashes of today and rain hell down on their souls.
We’re filled with rage.
We’re ready to riot.
We’re as ruthless as ever.
TWENTY
Scarlett
Frustrated and unsatisfied,I climb off the bed with a huff. Emmett’s sheets slip from my naked body as I search out my clothes.
I was sandwiched between two hot men.
Two. Hot. Men.
It’s not something I’ve ever really considered before, not until Ryker wrapped his lips around my nipple as I leaned forward to take the weight of Gray’s cock on my tongue.Nowit’s all I can think about.
