She takes a step to fire back and groans in pain. “Fuck, I think I twisted my ankle,” she whimpers in pain.
I look down at her foot, and she’s not putting her weight on it. She’s a mother of three. The last thing she should be in is the middle of a shootout. The twins and I can handle this.
“Stay here,” I command.
“What?”
“Stay here, we have this,” I repeat.
I signal for Blair and Callum to follow my lead. I then round the car we’re hidden behind. I take out two heading my way.
Valentina
Everythingin me wants to run out and lie down, everything not mine. However, Uri would be pissed, and I’m not about to leave my babies behind trying to be the hero.
DJ has proved to be a skilled fighter. She’s a good shot, but I’ve never seen her use more than one pistol at a time. I’ve been telling her we need to work on that.
She’s just not able to flip that switch to override her dominate hand. It took me time to master the skill, so I get it. I’d just prefer if she were ambidextrous.
Being able to use both hands has saved my ass more times than I can count. Right now, it would come in handy for sure. However, my nanny and her two angel shooters shut my injured ass up real fast.
DJ rounds the car and takes down two guys. She then tucks her gun away and runs toward a car a few paces away as the girl angel covers her.
DJ flips and lands on the hood of the car in front of her. She kicks the gunman at the side of the car in the head before he canturn to face her. He drops his gun and DJ lands on her feet in front of the car.
The guy is taller than her, but she doesn’t hesitate. The guy moves in, throwing a punch, but DJ blocks it. He goes to throw another combo, and she ducks those too. She jumps in the air and kicks him in the chest, sending him flying back onto the hood of the Mustang in the parking spot next to them.
The guy kicks back up onto his feet and shakes his head. Meanwhile, angels one and two are picking guys off as they run through the parking garage like two little demons.
I might take their angel titles back. One of the gunmen runs out from behind a car and aims at the demon boy. I snap into action and send a shot through the guy’s head.
Demon Boy turns and sends me a nod. I turn my attention back to DJ just as she kicks the guy, sending him flying back onto the hood of a car, his legs hanging off one end and his head hanging from the other. She moves quickly and pins him down with one arm. Then, with all her might, she brings her arm down on his head, snapping his neck over the edge of the car.
“Nasty.” I wince and bob my head appreciatively.
Pulling her gun, she takes out another two guys as Demon Boy moves swiftly, taking out another three. Demon Girl is a few cars down from me. She pulls a knife across another guy’s neck.
She then drops to the ground and shoots two of the guys in the ankles. Then finishes them off as they drop to the ground.
“Well, damn. Who the fuck did we hire?” I murmur to myself.
The three might seem like they’re working separately, but they move like a well-oiled machine. The two blonds are vicious as hell. They’ve earned my respect.
DJ moves down a few cars and stealthily climbs up onto a van parked there. Once on top of the van, she crawls as silently as she can to the front.
At the last second, as her weight rocks the van, the five targets she’s after turn and look up, giving the two demon shooters a chance to come up behind them as DJ rises and shoots.
They take out the final group together. DJ then slides down the windshield and lands on her feet in front of the van. The smile on her face says it all.
I pop out as I note the coast is clear. Pulling my phone, I shoot off a text to get a cleanup crew in here. Micheal needs to be involved in this one. Hopefully he and Sim have come up for air.
“Where the hell did that come from and who are you two?” I say to DJ and the other two as I hobble over to them and glare down at one of the dead guys at my feet.
“You said I have secrets; now you know most of them, like you wanted. This is Blair and Callum. Although I’m not sure what they’re doing here,” DJ replies.
“Let’s get ye out of here first. We can talk about the rest later,” the Callum guy says.
“Who were they and what happened to Eddy and Tank?” I ask with a frown as I look around for the guards who came out with us today.
