AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He slams his fist into the palm of his other hand, giving me a wicked smile. “I’ve waited a long time to smash your face into the ground.”
“You never could before, what makes you think you can do it now?”
My goad works, drawing him closer to me and away from Summer. Shoving the gun back into my pants, I say to Mark. “Clear the area. This is between me and shitface.”
He sneers, and in the next instant, we lunge at each other, fists flying. The clash of our blows resounds through the air as we exchange powerful strikes. My left jab finds its mark, landing solidly on his jaw, but he retaliates with a fierce right hook that rattles my cheekbone with searing pain.
Undeterred, our battle intensifies with each passing moment. Thal launches a roundhouse kick aimed at my head, but I swiftly duck under the attack, evading his deadly strike. Seizing the opening, I respond with a lightning-fast uppercut, catching him beneath the chin and propelling him backward.
“Is that all you’ve got, brother?” I spit, my voice dripping with disdain.
A snarl twists Thal’s lips as he lunges at me again. This time, I deftly sidestep his assault, seizing his arm and twisting it mercilessly behind his back. He grunts in pain, but his determination remains unyielding as he delivers a brutal elbow strike to my gut, forcing me to release my hold.
Our skirmish continues unabated, our bodies colliding with ravaging force. Blow after blow is exchanged, fueled by years of pent-up frustration, anger, and the burning desire for revenge. The stakes are high, and I refuse to falter. Summer’s life hangs in the balance, and I’ll stop at nothing to protect her.
Our breaths grow heavy, mingling with the echoes of our relentless battle. We circle each other like predators, eyes locked in a dangerous dance. Summer’s gaze shifts anxiously between us, her fear palpable, but I cannot afford to be distracted. Thal is my sole focus.
“Give it up, Ciarán,” he taunts, venom dripping from his words. “You can’t win.”
A defiant snarl curls my lip as I retort, “Watch me.” My voice carries the weight of determination fueled by an unyielding resolve. There is no room for doubt. Victory is the only option.
Our clash escalates, the tension mounting with each passing second. In a swift motion, we both draw knives from our boots, the glint of steel adding an extra layer of menace to the shadowy warehouse. My grip tightens around the hilt, finding solace in its familiar weight. Thal twirls his blade with practiced ease, attempting to unsettle me. But I stand resolute.
Simultaneously, we charge, blades slashing through the air in a deadly dance. The clash of metal reverberates, a symphony of danger and determination. Our knives parry and thrust, a frenzied display of skill and willpower. Adrenaline courses through my veins, sharpening my reflexes as I focus on the task at hand.
Thal’s voice drips with malice as he taunts me, his blade aiming for my chest. I narrowly dodge his attack, my senses on high alert. Anger swirls up, swallowing me up almost entirely, but I must maintain control. This battle is not just about me; it’s about saving Summer and putting an end to this torment once and for all.
In a split-second decision, I block his strike with my blade, countering with a swift strike to his wrist. Pain flashes across his face as he loses his grip on the weapon, and I seize the opportunity.
Delivering a crushing uppercut, I connect solidly with his jaw, sending Thal crashing to the ground. His knife skids across the floor, coming to a halt near Summer’s feet.
“Stay down, Thal,” I warn, pulling my gun out and aiming it at his head as he staggers to his knees.
The weight of the moment hangs heavy in the air as I stand firm, ready to end this twisted saga.
The cool metal feels reassuring in my hand, its black matte finish absorbing the dim warehouse light. Thal’s eyes narrow, filled with hatred and humiliation as he glares up at me from his knees.
“Always the hero, Ciarán.” His voice drips with venom. “But are you really willing to pull the trigger?”
“Try me,” I reply coldly, my finger hovering over the trigger, but a movement in the corner of my eye, forces me to turn my head in the direction of Summer.
“Mark, what the fuck are you doing?” I snarl, circling around to get both him and Thal in my line of vision, my anger boiling over as he slices Summer’s binds and grabs her roughly by the arm. She gasps in pain, her wide eyes filled with terror.
“Making a point,” he replies coldly, holding up the knife Thal lost in our fight.
It’s a wicked piece of work – a long, curved blade that gleams menacingly in the dim warehouse light. The handle is wrapped in black leather, and the sight of it sends a shudder down my spine. Mark presses the edge of the blade against Summer’s throat, close enough to draw blood.
“Choose, Ciarán,” he commands, his voice dripping with venom. “Her life, or your revenge.”
Thal smirks up at me from where he kneels, beaten but still defiant, daring me to make a move.
“Let her go, Mark,” I growl through gritted teeth. “This isn’t about her.”
“Everything’s about her, isn’t it?” Mark sneers. “She’s the reason you’re here, the reason you’ve lost control and sunk to the bottom of the fucking bottle. She’s your weakness, Ciarán, and I’m exploiting it.”
“Son of a bitch,” I hiss. “You fucking Judas fucking cunt.”
“Please,” Summer whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my heartbeat.
