There was no mercy for these men, from any of us, but especially not from me. I stalked toward the men as they fumbled nervously with their guns, which made it clear they were newbies, possibly in training. It showed weakness to put the worst men out front because the best ones were scared. Well, these ones wouldn’t live to learn a lesson. I aimed the Desert Eagle at their foreheads, shooting without remorse, only to watch their brains splatter from the back of their heads. My bullets had the kind of force most others didn’t, and that was why I’d chosen them for this adventure. Making a mess wasn’t only about sending a message, but it was to show the force of my might and my rage for what they’d done, and I went through multiple magazines as I trudged ahead to prove exactly that.
I am coming for you next. Get out of my territory now.That was what they’d see when the news reached their ears.
We got into the one-story white house without issues, and by the time we got through the front two rooms—the lounge room and a bedroom—it was a chaos of blood and brains, and I could feel the spray of liquid on my bare skin. The last room was where my path of destruction ended, and the only man left standing was a familiar face that had me raising my palm to stop any of my men killing him.
The files and criminal records on my desk flashed through my mind. I put a name to the face—Maximo Peralta, the son of Emiliano, one of the bosses from Brisbane making a stir.
Maximo smirked at us and raised his hands. “I will tell my father you were here. You should go.”
In the distance, the sound of sirens rang through the thick air. The humidity—and stench of blood—was awful.
Hero leaned in close to me. “We should take him and torture him. Make a deal with Peralta to—”
“No.” I raised my gun to Maximo’s forehead, his expression of shocked horror the last thing I saw before I squeezed the trigger. Blood splashed across the wall behind him, and a new bullet hole disrupted the smooth surface.
“And never mind.” Hero snorted. “That’s certainly sent a message.”
“We need to leave. Now!” I grabbed Finn’s hand, making a quick note that he was healthy and unhurt. The blood on his pretty dress definitely wasn’t his own. “Move!”
Together, we left behind our carnage. Our message.
Welcome to Townsville.
Hate,
The Sweeney Mob
18
FINN
The ski maskI’d been wearing slipped out of my hand to the clean black floor of the Jeep Cherokee. Everyone else had chosen to squeeze in together in the other vehicles. They had probably decided to keep their distance because Legend was giving off serious mad dog vibes, but I could tell by the way he looked at me he wasn’t ever going to hurt me.
Yeah, we’d just been through some shit. And yeah, he was literally vibrating underneath me with pent-up energy. But he would take care of me. I tried to shift around to slide down onto the leather seat, but he clenched his arms around me as the driver put his foot on the gas pedal and the vehicle lurched.
We took up the entire back seat because he was huge, and he’d pulled me inside onto his lap, almost like he was worried I would run away from him. I wriggled around and stifled a moan, glancing up at the man driving us away from the bloodbath. Legend’s hard-on nudged against my ass, and he wasn’t justa little ready to go. No, if there hadn’t been clothing between us, he would be impaling me on a full-fledged steel rod. He rested his face against the crook of my neck and tightened his grip, and the handle of his gun dug in against my belly because he was still clutching it.
“Are you okay?” I whispered, rubbing my hand along the back of his. He allowed me to ease the gun out of his grip, and I rested the weapon on my lap along with my Glock.
“Course,” he murmured, then leaned back. He was covered in blood. There was splatter across his forehead and down his cheek. I ran my finger around one big drop of scarlet that was quickly turning brown. “Do you think you could marry me? This is it. I don’t go do it often, but I have to get my hands dirty. Remind everyone who’s boss and why.”
My breath stuttered. I cradled his cheek and stared into his eyes. They were so blue, like the sky peeking between clouds after a storm. My heart twisted. I lifted the hem of my skirt and began to clean his face with it. Once I was done, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, softly brushing our mouths together.
He growled and dragged me into a deep kiss. It was so good. I opened my mouth instinctively. He licked between my lips and held me just a little too tight, which was fucking perfect. I took every bit of him he had to offer, and we shared air like we were both drowning—because we were. I’d never met anyone who made me feel so alive. Even the tips of my toes tingled.
When we finally surfaced, I cleared my throat. “What if you change your mind?” I gestured at my face. “You have a lot of choices. I can’t be the only person to ever shake my ass at you in a club.”
His brow furrowed. “Change my mind? About what?”
“Me,” I whispered. “Are you pretending you don’t understand what I’m talking about?”
He pursed his lips, then kissed me hard enough that his stubble scraped my skin and made my mouth ache in a good way. “I’ve barely started with you.” He attacked, devouring me, and I melted against his front. His hard-on throbbed under my ass, and I swore it twitched. Fuck, I wanted him and everything he did to me. I whimpered against his invading tongue.
“I’ve never had someone at my side when I went out to handle business,” he whispered in my ear.
I brushed my hand through his soft hair. “It was fun.”
“That was fucking hot, that’s what it was. Tell me what I would have to do to keep you here. Keep you in my life.” His gaze burned through me.
