Page 142 of Mercy & Her Devils

I can’t help enjoying this moment.

Gabriel and Antonio were hunting the Mayor and Sheriff, tracking them and making sure that we were safe all the time.

Yet we needed to find out the right information, before they made their appearance.

I have a feeling that Gabriel also liked the dramatic flair.

This is the Devils’ moment of triumph, after all.

Ironic.

“Do it, Fletcher.” I tilt up my chin. “Lucifer will shoot. Unlike you, he’s not bluffing.”

“I’m really not.” Gabriel pushes the snout of the gun even harder against Fletcher’s head, until he winces.

Thomas is looking at Gabriel like he’s been resurrected.

I understand how that feels because it was the same for me the first time that I saw him.

Thomas is wisely keeping quiet though.

He can’t make it appear that he’s on the side of outlaws, and I don’t want him to.

Unlike me, he still has a chance for a life within the law back in Haven. I don’t know whether he’s in love with someone or has other responsibilities that I don’t know about.

I’m desperate to have him safely brought into our pack and away from a Chief Alpha who beats him and treats him as worse than expendable.

But I can’t do that yet.

Gabriel remains entirely focused on Fletcher, however, as he drops his own gun reluctantly and kicks it bouncing into the creek.

The churning water swallows the gun.

“Even the undercover guard is here. Smart bastard.” Fletcher balls his hands. “So, what now?”

“This.” Gabriel grabs Fletcher by his shoulder and twists him to face him.

Then he knees him in the balls.

Fletcher crumples to the floor, groaning and clutching his crotch.

“Go the Devils.” Lark smirks.

“Your turn.” Gabriel gestures at Fletcher like he’s a pinata and it’s my turn in the game.

Fletcher curls up, defensively.

I shake my head. “I already busted his balls, figuratively.”

Fletcher avoids my eye.

He’s alone, and I have my new pack. He’s meant to be the expert in conditioning Omegas, but look at me, I’m the Broken Omega who has not only flown the cage but become the rebel.

Fletcher failed.

And he knows it.

“But I haven’t.” Lark breaks away from me.

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