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Slamming my elbow back into his gut, and then his nose, I shatter it with my next blow. The crunch of his bones is music to my ears. The warm, coppery scent of his blood fills my nostrils as his grip loosens. Dropping my elbow back down, I hammer the man in the face, pulping his nose and crushing his cheekbone. Ducking I scoop up my knife and my hand comes back up, the blade slicing his guts wide open to spill out all over the floor at my feet.
Darkness fills my vision, and my thoughts go black as someone delivers a punch to my skull. The man drops to the ground. I would guess dead, but I don’t fucking care.
“Cathal!” Daz roars my name and I shake my head to clear it.
“You motherfucker!” I snarl and launch myself at the man who took me down as Daz joins me, beating on the rival gangster until his fists are a bloody mess.
The gangster’s eyes widen, panic sets in and he drops the knife he had in his hand. I reach down and grab it. Hand to hand is his only way out, and he doesn’t have a fucking chance.
I drive my fist into his face with all the force I can muster, fighting for oxygen and feeling my ribs crack further with the force of my blow. Daz moves out of the way and onto the next, leaving this cunt for me. I stand over him, his blood on my hands and my knife in my hand.
Time slows down, and I focus on the man before me. I move towards him, my knife drawn back. I have to end this. They say I’m cruel and now I’m going to show them just how they underestimated that.
I bring my hand down, severing his fingers with the blade. His scream of agony takes over the room, making everyone stop and stare. I raise the blade, burying it into his eye socket, killing him instantly.
My hand is covered in blood. I pull it back with a sucking noise that brings a smile to my face.
A wicked laugh rumbles through my chest.
There’s more of them. Seems like more assholes were lying in wait for us to merge to take us out. We are at a disadvantage, but I don’t care. I cut through ranks of men who are trying to kill me, taking pleasure in the fact that they can’t fucking touch me. They are nothing. Pieces of shit on the bottom of my shoe.
The Angel is filling up with blood, bodies, and shredded furniture, and I’m fucking in my element. This is where I fucking belong, fighting at the edge of life and death.
My blade, Nancy, is like a fucking goddess in my hand. Wickedly sharp, all it takes is a bit of force to get the job done. Slamming the blade down onto an arm that reaches for me, I feel a rush of pleasure deep inside my soul when I hear more than one man scream out when they see his blood flying all over the place and his hand hanging on by a thread.
I back hand another one, ramming his face into a table and then a wall. My fingers close around his throat, and he chokes on his own blood, drowning on it as it fills his mouth. I let him go, but his body crumples to the floor, too weak to stand. I step over him and move onto the next. This is where I belong.
Ciarán is holding his own. I don’t need to worry about him. There are heavy casualties on both sides, but we will survive this because they have never seen the Gannon brothers fight together.
Sweat drips off my forehead, running into my eyes, or maybe it’s blood. I wipe it away. The Angel doesn’t look good. The floor is covered in bodies, furniture is broken, and blood is everywhere. It’s a fucking mess, but no one looks ready to back down until a group of younger guys start to back out of the doors, leaving the rest to fight it out.
I stalk after the cowards, ignoring the brothers with me. As I pass Ciarán, he kicks someone in the balls, which makes me chuckle. I’m vindicated when I see Ciarán’s smile. He loved hurting this fucking asshole as much as I did.
The coward has one foot out the door when I grab him by his collar and unceremoniously yank him back into the bar. He tries to escape me, but I lock my hands around his throat, squeezing off his airway. I feel his pulse beating in his neck.
“You want to run, you fucking pussy? Huh?”
I squeeze his throat and slam his face into the wall, knocking him out cold.
Someone grabs my shoulder from behind. I spin, my knife up, ready to cut this fucker into pieces. I mean, I’m in a fucking bad mood right now, and I don’t give a shit if I have to kill everyone in here until it’s just me and Ciarán left.
“We’re done here, man.” Ciarán bends over to catch his breath as I glance at the sheer destruction that surrounds us. The sound of the sirens outside brings reality crashing down and with a swift nod, ignoring the agony in my entire body, we stalk to the back of the pub and slip out, seeing Ronny rushing away with Summer on the corner near Ciaran’s apartment. We are covered in blood, guts, bruises and God only knows what else. We need to get off the streets.
“You okay?” Ciarán rasps.
“Yeah, you?”
He grins and I return it as we slip into a back alley, knowing Ronny will have our girl back in the apartment before we get there.
13
SUMMER
My heart thumps wildly, a wild rhythm that makes it hard to breathe. Seeing Cathal and Ciarán in such a brutal fight has made me feel nauseous at the same time as exhilarated.
“Hey, Summer,” Ronny grits out as he hurries me away from the scene.
Looking back over my shoulder to see if I can see Ciarán and Cathal, I absently murmur, “Hmm?”
