Fuck, he’s not dying, is he?
My gaze travels over his mutilated hands and knees, then the volume of blood pooling around him.
Motherfucker, I’ve hit a damn artery with the angle.
Oh well, I can still put a bow on his corpse.
I blow out a breath. Guess that means Barry needs to fill in the gaps for me.
I rise to my feet as Rex enters the room, and, deciding it’s not worth finding out how long it’ll take this prick to die, I fire one in his head without looking as Rex walks towards me.
He doesn’t even take notice of the dead body before me; it’s nothing he’s not seen before. It’s a tame death compared to the states we’ve left some in.
His voice is low, and it sends the hairs on the back of my neck standing. “We need to leave. Now.”
“Why?”
I turn to face him fully. He tilts his head backwards, sighing to the sky as two more of my people enter the room, a gas canister being pulled out of a suitcase. I’m about to tell them to wrap the Chief in the rug instead so I can take him back, when Rex’s words stop me. “You’re not going to fucking like this.”
A roar fills my ears as I watch his lips moving.
I stopped hearing his voice after he mentioned Indie got a text.
My heart feels like it’s malfunctioning.
She ran straight into a trap.
Right where the Omnia wants her.
18
Saint
angels fall - breaking benjamin
Age Twenty-Two
There’smydarling.
Regina’s car edges past the end of the driveway, the lights disappearing into the distance as Indie walks up the driveway. She can’t see me; the darkness has me cloaked in a thick shadow around the side of her house. I parked in front of her garage door, and I’m leaning against the hood of my car.
From learning her habits, she always enters through the back door when her mom’s working. Otherwise, I’ll be severely pissed if she’d changed habits in the three weeks I’ve been gone.
Now that I’ve graduated, my dad has me leaving for training more and more. Granted, they aren’t as long as my times atschool during the summers, but a day is too long to be spent away from her.
The last time I laid eyes on her, she was a writhing mess beneath me.
Every time I have to leave, I promise a night that will tide her over until I’m back.
They all backfire on me.
I haven’t been able to get her out of my fucking mind. Which is no different than normal, but this time, it’s an obsession.
A compulsion.
To the point where I can feel myself going manic without her. Hearing her voice, reading her texts…it’s nothing compared to the real deal.
I never want to be free of Indie Kent.
