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He waited as several men spilled out of the car, definitely more than the single hunk of junk should have been able to seat, and couldn’t hold in his annoyance at seeing them.
More dispensable idiots, it seemed.
Some chuckled as they approached, their smirks murky through the sheets of rain. The weather must have also helped shield his features from them, because the first man to approach him faulted the second he was close enough to get a good look.
They hadn’t been told who their target was.
The man retreated a step, bumping into another behind him who cursed and shoved him to the ground out of the way.
Odin stripped off his soaked jacket and tossed it to the side as well, careful of his injured shoulder. When one of them dove for him, he sidestepped, slapping a palm to his back and twirling to use the man’s momentum against him.
He slammed that guy straight into the side of his totaled hovercar, moving on to the next before the body dropped. The next to get close, he lit on fire. Planting a palm to the center of his chest, he instantly summoned the power within him, sparks flickering to life off the tips of his fingers to set the man before him ablaze. Due to the rain, he didn’t burn for long, but the sight was enough to signal to the other four guys who they were up against.
Odin moved in a frenzy after that, not really present as he fought his way through the pathetic men sent to attack him. His fist slammed into jaws, broke noses, and he stomped on more than one ankle, the sound of snapping bone momentarily making its way through the sound of the rain and the screams.
He used his power several times, sending fire up a pant leg here, searing away the hair at another’s scalp. But it was a race between him and the rain, and the water always won in the end, dousing all of his efforts before he could take any lives.
Vetle arrived shortly after while Odin was still in the midst of it, pulling a blaster gun from his pocket as he made his way over. He shot them as he went, pausing on the last since Odin wasn’t finished with him yet.
He slammed his fist into his face over and over, listening to the crunch, only stopping once the moans of pain came to an end. Then he dropped the body and looked over at his underboss, blinking through the water as reality slunk back to him.
“You’re bleeding, boss,” Vetle pointed out, motioning to his head a second before he aimed and pulled the trigger on the final guy. They didn’t need any survivors. It was obvious who had sent them. He looked at the wreck. “Ko?”
“Dead.”
“I’ll get the cleanup crew.” Vetle pulled out his multi-slate and sent the message. “What do you think about this? If it is Isa Frost, he’s escalated things rather quickly.”
“It’s him,” Odin said. “And he wasn’t trying to kill me. This is a message, same as the one he sent Jita.”
“Which is?”
“That he’s pissed off. Impulse control was never his forte. He always pretended otherwise, but I knew.” He’d known and he’d counted on that fact.
Odin had done this. He’d purposely paraded Hunter in front of Isa at the gala in the hopes of getting a rise out of his step-brother. Only…he hadn’t anticipated things going this far this quickly. He’d thought Isa would want to take Hunter back. Instead, he’d looked at the Huntsman with hatred.
Isa couldn’t be serious about that stuff he’d said, right? About Odin coming back…No. There was no way. It was all a lie, a manipulation. To what end, he didn’t yet know.
But he would find out.
“I got your call while I was in the middle of the other guy,” Vetle said. “I left it to Yule instead. It’s very obvious that all of this is a stalling tactic for sure, as you’ve already guessed. It doesn’t sound like the men who went for Jita know anything about the reason they were hired. I don’t think we’ll get much more from them on the matter.”
“Use them to find the missing two and then kill them.” Odin patted his temple and winced.
“You should get out of this rain,” Vetle suggested.
“Keys.” He held out his hand and waited until Vetle pulled them from his pants pocket and placed them against his palm. “Stay here until the crew arrives.”
“Are you sure you can drive?”
Odin didn’t bother responding to that, heading over to the hovercar Vetle had arrived in and slipping into the driver’s seat. He shook his head when a dizzy spell hit him, and as soon as it’d passed, he pulled out onto the street.
Even knowing there was no way for Isa to get to him, that Hunter was safe at Club Cherry, Odin needed to get there as fast as possible. He needed to see for himself. Because there was only one thing he could think of that Isa would feel the need to stall for.
Maybe he’d been right in the beginning, after all.
Maybe Isa was doing all this in an attempt to get to Hunter.
Odin ground his teeth and shoved his foot down on the gas pedal.
