Wendy and her lackey don’t even see me when I move. I sprint to the next garden, high jumping over a dividing wall before I leap over another garden fence, taking me closer to them. It is completely absurd how they don’t see me, but so fucking poetic. But they definitely don’t miss me when I cut across the last garden separating me from them with my guns already raised.
I focus on her face, keeping her set firmly in my mind as mine to take out, before I alter the swing of my aim and pop off two damn near textbooks shots, completely incapacitating the officer in charge of protecting her.
And then the rest of the world falls away, leaving just me and Wendy. I’m a little stunned at the bloodthirsty need for revenge that races through me, but then I let it seep into my bones and I ride the high.
I seriously hope one of my pack has eyes on me, or I’m literally a sitting dead duck. Risking a look behind me, Valak is already coming over, the sweat and filth of the fight covering his hard face. I know I’ll get chewed out for being so distracted, but I also know Valak, in his own way, will be so fucking proud that I subconsciously relinquished my welfare over to him.
Turning back to face Wendy, I take a moment before shit turns real, and sink into the sense of freedom I get from staring at someone who’s haunted me for too long.
I purposely taunt her with slow, measured steps as I make my way closer. My cheeks ache with the wicked smile on my face, but I’m going to savour and enjoy every moment of this. And Wendy, despite being smart enough to dodge claims of corruption for years, takes her sweet time to catch on to what’s about to happen—which is me serving her, her ass.
The engine of her car roars to life. I can’t help but laugh when I see her stomping on the accelerator as she tries to reverse away. But the silly bitch boxed herself in, her partner’s car parked alongside hers making it near impossible for her to drive herself to safety.
The panic on her face increases, but in the next moment, it’s replaced by pain, when I shoot at her, right through her windscreen, making sure she definitely stops trying to escape. Her shrieking screams echo through the night, but she’s only being dramatic as she yells out for people to come save her.
“Far fucking out, Val, shouldn’t she at least try to save herself?” I call over my shoulder. Valak’s much closer than I expected, his laugh much louder too.
I start mimicking the way Ares prowls as I make my way slowly towards her again, maintaining eye contact with her until I arrive at her car door. Of course, it’s locked. And she’s not opening it by the looks. I shrug innocently before I snap the butt of my gun to the driver’s window. Using all the pent up fucking furious rage that I have carried for so fucking long, I drag her sorry ass out of the car through the smashed window.
She swings her fists, trying to fight free.
Just as I suspected, the tricky bitch has been faking it. She’s not piss weak like she was pretending to be. Which is good. I’m itching to fight her woman to woman.
“You stupid fucking cunt,” she screams, finally losing her cool. I laugh in her face as I chuck her to the ground, stepping back and giving her a little bit of space.
Only a little bit though. I keep her boxed against her car, limiting what she can do, because I’ll be pissed if she makes a run for it. Her hands rush to her side, looking for her service revolver, but it’s missing.
“You didn’t even know I disarmed you? Fuck me dead, Wendy, how do you even call yourself a police officer? First rule of being a police officer surely would have to be don’t lose your fucking firearm!”
She snarls, still searching aimlessly for her weapon. “Johnson! Barker!”
She yells over to where I guess those people are. Or were.
“You’ve been relying on others for too long, Wendy. No one is coming to save you. They’re fighting for their own fucking lives.”
“You’re wrong!”
“You want to double check that?” I throw a whole lot of sass at her, my arms flapping around. But in the next second I run at her, driving my fist into her face before I hop back and give her the chance to feel the burning throb of pain. I want her to look at me and see the promise of more pain to come.
I take a purposeful step backwards.
“Before we do this—” I start, but the bitch rushes in and grabs me around the waist, taking me down to the ground, getting in a couple of cheap shots too before I jam my fingers into her gunshot wound.
She goes off like a rocket, blasting to her feet, howling and hollering in pain.
“Shit, sorry, that was so low of me, shovingmyfinger insideyourbody. How fucking invasive! Must have hurt like a cunt,” I smirk, wiping my forehead and grimacing when I look at the blood on my hand. Lincoln’s going to be chaining me to the bed for sure now.
Holding it out for Valak to see, a moment later the tip of his gun glides into my vision as he pulls me closer with one arm, keeping a watch on her. I can feel the heat pulsing off his body. The fuzz in my head after her cheap shots gets burnt away by his soothing, calming scent.
“Don’t do that again, Lennon,” He growls in my ear, his body cupping behind me.
“Do what, Val?” I purr. Any other time, I’d be climbing him.
“Get hurt,” he whispers in my ear, rubbing his face against mine, reminding me of what I’m fighting for. “Finish this up, she’s a waste of fucking space even though she sits at number two on your list, I thought she’d be... more.”
And as much as I’m goading her, so is Valak. He sets my heart ablaze.
Slowing the moment down just to mess with her head, I stand taller, scratching my chin. “I think I might have to assess the positions again, at least Lisa had the sense to fucking escape.”
