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But Ben didn’t care about the biker, in fact he barely gave him a sideways glance. “Alastair,” he murmured.
“Just like I said, Mr. Rossi,” the biker muttered, glaring at Leroy. “All tied up in a nice neat bow.”
“I appreciate it,” Ben muttered, straightening. “Now, I’m going to ask this once, Leroy. Where are Hale’s new documents and where is he running to?”
Leroy just glared at the biker. “Fuck you, Rossi.”
Ben lunged with a roar, grabbing him around the throat and bellowed in his face. “I will fucking murder you. Do you get that? I will fucking DESTROY everything you have.”
Leroy flinched, paling as he leaned as far away from the Mafia leader as he could. The smelly, weedy asshole shook his head, his eyes wide. “No. Don’t you get that? I tell you what you want to know and I’m as good as dead.”
Ben’s reaction was swift, he lifted his gun and pressed it against Leroy’s temple. “You think I’m joking here? Either way, you’re a fucking dead man. The only difference is you might have a chance at evading Haelstrom but you have no chance at evading me.”
A dog barked in the distance, drawing my gaze to the doorway but no one else moved, just me. Inside instinct shifted, morphing into a beast of its own. Something felt wrong. Just like it had felt wrong in the church with Cassius.
Through the broken metal slats in the window, a shadow shifted.
“Ben,” I croaked, then jerked his way. “Ben!”
BOOM!
The sound reverberated as the door was thrown open and the space was invaded as powerful, muscled bikers surged in.
Crack!
Crack!
CRACK!
Gunfire exploded all around. Caleb opened fire. Colt lunged, taking out the biggest of them. I wrenched my gun upwards, my finger poised on the trigger…but I didn’t fire.
That instinct was screaming in me, making me swivel as the biker Ben had called Alastair lifted his gun behind Ben’s back, his dark eyes glinting as he took aim at the back of Ben’s head.
“NO!” I screamed, my finger jerking the trigger.
BANG! BANG!
Two shots sounded, slamming Alastair backwards, but only one shot was mine.
Ben dropped to the floor in an instant, blood splattering over Caleb in front of him.
Colt roared, bang, bang, BANG!
Two more men dropped. Caleb shot two more. But there were more of them coming. I couldn’t look away from the dark crumpled form on the floor as I stumbled forward. Please, God…please, GOD!
The heavy thud of steps boomed like thunder along the stairs and headed toward us. I was grabbed and hauled backwards, the bestial glare of Colt right in front of me.
“We have to move now!”
A light caught my gaze. Ben’s cell lit up, the caller ID visible clear across the screen Lazarus.
“No…no…no…no…no.” The words repeated.
But the Son gave me no other option. He opened fire at the door allowing Caleb to slam against me and drive me back into the far office. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t even fight, leaving Caleb and Colt to unleash shot after shot into the office as we sank back into the darkness, and I yanked open the far door.
Two men lay on the landing outside the main office, bathed in the ugly yellow light as they pressed their hands against the blood flow of their wounds.
“Move, Priest,” Caleb barked as he shoved me down the stairs.
