“Well, yeah. Bossman told me to since the shipment’s coming in this week.”
“Good. I don’t wanna get my ass beat again because you’re a fucking numbskull.”
“Hey! That was Rocker’s fuck-up. Not mine.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just don’t screw up again. I’m tired of getting beat because of you guys and your stupid asses.”
Jesus fucking Christ, it wasn’t enough that they were snatching women off the street, but now they were being shipped in? From overseas!? The thought shivered me to my core with fury. Importing women for their own nefarious purposes. I wanted to put a bullet into each of their stomachs so that I could watch them bleed out while they begged for mercy.
And as I slid my hand into my pocket, I pulled out a knife.
“Holy shit, where in the hell did you get that?” Julia whispered.
I grinned and flipped it open. “Never wrestle with an unfamiliar opponent.”
Her jaw hit the fucking floor. “Holy hell, you took it off that—”
He shot me a look. “Shut up, or you’ll ruin this for all three of us.”
Her gaze brightened up. “You’re going after my sister, too?”
“Hey, do you hear something?”
I clapped my hand over Julia’s mouth as one of the guys jiggled the doorknob. She nodded quickly before shoving my hand away from her face and instantly tucked herself behind me. I cracked my neck and readied my weapon, itching to slice through those fuckers throats so that they could choke on their own life force. And as the doorknob turned, I hunched my shoulders.
Before all hell broke loose.
“What the—ah!”
I didn’t even give the first guy a chance to open the door. I slammed my hands against it, knocking him out with the force of the door swinging open. The second man with him dropped the bagged lunches and reached for the butt of his gun, and I answered his movement with a swift kick to the gut. The man doubled over just as the first man got up from the floor, and as he pulled a beating baton from his hip, a smile crossed my face from ear to ear.
“Bring it on,” I growled.
The second that man charged me, I reached out for his shirt. I fisted it tightly against my palm and pulled him toward me, stomaching a smack against my back with that baton as I drove the knife into his stomach. The man’s eyes widened before he gasped for air, Julia crying out into the palm of her hands as I ripped the knife upward. Spilling the contents of that man’s intestines right there at my feet.
I watched the life drain out of his eyes as I stood over him with a wicked smile on my face.
Then, I turned my attention to the man still trying to catch his breath.
“Suits you two right, anyway,” I murmured.
The second that man picked up his head, I wrapped around behind him. I locked him in a headlock as he scrambled around, gasping for air in an attempt to reach his gun. I slid my knee in between the piece on his hip and his trembling hand that searched frantically for it. And as I lined up that knife with his neck, I sliced him from ear to ear.
Before I dropped his lifeless body on top of his friend.
“Oh. My God,” Julia said breathlessly.
I leapt to my feet. “Come on, we don’t have long before we’ll be overrun.”
She pointed to the floor. “You—you killed them. You—”
I grabbed her hand that pointed at the men. “Yeah, before they killed us.”
Her gaze snapped to mine. “You’re—you’re a killer. You’re a murderer!”
I rushed toward her, clapping my bloodied hand back over her mouth as I pinned her to the doorway. “Once you and Theresa are out, you can run. But right now? I’m the only one that can keep the two of you alive. So, shut the fuck up and keep your judgements to yourself. Got it?”
She nodded quickly and her muffled voice vibrated my palm. “Got it.”
