Page 80 of Twisted Cage

A savage roar so raw it sounds as if it’s clawing its way out of him, rips from Konstantin’s chest. Jaw clenched, hooded, dark eyes never waver from their target. The raw menace in their depths promises vengeance as he squeezes the trigger over and over, still advancing on the car heading straight for him.

He doesn’t flinch; he doesn’t even blink as he fires relentlessly.

“Do something!” I scream at Roddick as I watch every one of Konstantin’s bullets glance off the car. My heart pounds viciously in my chest, vibrating through my veins until my temples pulse with it.

I just got him back. It can’t end like this.

The vicious need for payback burns through me, leaving my skin ice-cold. I clutch my knife. A crimson river of our enemy’s blood seeping into the dirt is the only outcome I can see in my mind. If they take him from me, they better hope they kill me too, because if they don’t, I’ll carve every single one of them up slowly, one agonizing piece at a time, keeping them alive and wailing until I reach bone.

Tires squeal and grass rips from the ground as the car veers at the last second.

A whoosh of air explodes from my lungs.

Metal screeches and crunches as they slam into a massive gravestone, ripping it from its foundation. The front end of the car shoots over the mangled rubble, grinding to a stop when the stone catches on the undercarriage.

Blood burning, I secure my other foot and climb the rest of the way out, with zero help from Roddick.

The asshole.

“You don’t listen for shit.” Roddick bites out the words and shoves me behind him. “Get down!”

“Fuck you.” Avoiding the mangled metal, I slide off the back, my heels sinking into the damp grass. Dashing from behind the car, I skid to a stop at the sight of Konstantin.

Captivated by the embodiment of living vengeance he makes.

He never slows. There’s no doubt. No fear.

He’s a warrior avenging the attack a hundredfold.

He fires two more shots, then tosses his gun even as he’s sliding another from his back. He doesn’t even take the time to grip it with his right hand and instead shoots with his left.

The guy in the passenger seat scrambles for something. When he brings his arms up, Konstantin fires, his bullet piercing the man’s hand with stunning accuracy, the gun he grabbed falling to the ground outside the car.

God, look at him…

He’s a living, breathing angel of death. Absolutely magnificent with his wild silver-streaked hair tumbling about the sharp angles and harsh lines of his furious face as he tears up the distance with impossibly long strides.

Grigori and Roddick are already moving in on the opposite side of the car, but they’re a blur because all I can see—all I want to see—is Konstantin.

He rears back, arm bent, and slams his whole upper arm into the cracked window, sending shards raining over the man who pulled the gun on him. Curling his fingers into the man’s dirty blond hair, he drags him through the wreckage of the window, just plucking him out like he’s nothing more than a grocery bag he forgot on the front seat.

“Well, aren’t you one stupid motherfucker?” he growls at the man before dragging him to the asphalt of the narrow lane. Shoving his face to the ground, he slams his head once, stunning him, before pinning his head with his foot.

The man is six and a half feet tall… it’s a big-ass foot.

My chest swells with a demented sort of pride watching him deliver justice. And jealousy, because I want to be the one to make them scream in pain. They need to pay in the most agonizing way imaginable for threatening me and mine.

Bending down, his face settles into a sinister promise as he digs the barrel of his gun into the man’s temple. “You see her?” he asks, jerking his head in my direction.

The man stays silent.

Konstantin takes his time, adding pressure with his foot until the man’s one open eye bulges with agony and his jaw pops.

He howls in pain under Konstantin’s dress shoe, but it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.

“I’ll ask you one more time. Do. You. See. Her?”

Sweat breaks out on the man’s forehead, but he jerks his head ever so slightly.

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