CHAPTER 11
Gio gasped, “Shit it’s a dirt devil!”
“What the fuck is a dirt devil?” Rylee shouted, as the damn thing grew larger and larger.
“Some compare it to a tornado, but it’s not as intense, but they can still cause injury and even death.” Gio shouted over the loud wind that continued to build the closer the damn thing came to them.
Taj shouted out, “Everyone back inside!”
Everyone started back up the steps of the jail, but Gio didn’t move from where he stood. Instead, he lifted his arms as he closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath.
Cobra grabbed at Gio, yelling, “Baby we need to go!”
Shaking his head, Gio said nothing as he started to swirl his hands in the air, humming as the energy around him grew. He felt a slight buzzing throughout his body, and knew it was just his body’s way of gathering what Gio needed, to do what needed to be done.
Cobra pulled, but Gio stayed firmly planted right where he was, ignoring his mate’s shouts, the sound of car alarms and breaking glass going on around him. Then opening his eyes, continuing to swirl his hands, Gio slowly lowered his arms, and brought both straight in front of him. A cold arctic blast shot from his fingers and surrounded the dirt devil, causing it to dissipate right there and then.
“Fuck me!” Cobra gasped. “How the hell did you do that? And what the hell is wrong with your eyes?”
Gio slumped a bit. Between still healing from being shot and using so much energy to help that process, along with the added stress of discovering Cobra was in jail, and the fact that Gio hadn’t used his abilities in over twenty-five years, Gio knew his get up and go had got up and went.
“Baby, are you alright?” Cobra asked in concern.
Letting out a slow breath, Gio nodded, “I’ll be fine. It’s just that with being shot and all the energy I used to heal myself, and—”
“We need to get you home so you can rest.” Cobra said, without allowing Gio to finish.
Nodding, Gio replied, “I know, but…”
The bright flash of lightning and loud clap of thunder had Gio pulling back from Cobra, rasping, “Something isn’t right, Cobra.”
“It’s just a storm, baby.” Cobra said, looking around.
Shaking his head, Gio whispered, “No. Something is different about this. It isn’t…” Gio stopped talking as he gasped, “We need to get the hell out of here,now!”
Gio was pulling on Cobra as Taj and the others came back outside. Gio yelled, “We need to go!”
Taco peeled off of Gio and grew to the same height as Cobra, “What’s wrong, Gio?”
Shaking his head, Gio whispered, “I don’t know, Taco. This doesn’t feel right. Nothing about this storm and that dirt devil is right.”
“Everyone get in the SUV. Cobra, you and Sparky leave your motorcycles here. I’ll call Nolan and have him put them in their impound for now.” Taj instructed.
Shaking his head, Cobra picked up his bike, “I think Gio would be safer on my bike. My Street Bob can maneuver a hell of a lot easier and quicker.”
“But it offers no shelter and your bike isn’t near as fast as my Bentayga. Now do as I say and get in the fucking SUV.” Taj snapped.
Sighing, Cobra placed his kickstand down just as another bolt of lightning hit not ten feet from them. Rylee shouted, “Taj!”
Taj took off to his mate looking around, but Gio immediately saw what had Rylee sounding so scared. A tall man with military-style cut, black hair, was walking towards them. He had to be at least six foot four and a good two hundred and twenty pounds of pure muscle, and man did he looked pissed.
“Sparky, get Gio the fuck out of here now.” Cobra snapped.
Shaking his head, Gio shouted, “No! I told you I was going to be a part of this shit and I’m going to do just that.”
Turning Cobra replied, “And I told you that you were going to do as I said. You are too weak right now to do anything. Now get the fuck on Sparky’s bike and head back to Drago…now!”
Gio went to argue, but the man coming towards them shouted, “I am Kace. Son of Marceli Pasteli. I am here to bring Giovani home.”
