Page 22 of Blood for Blood

Sam is passed out, but Ben is trying to work his hands free from the ziptie. Rory rushes into the room, opening the top drawer of the dresser where a knife is stashed. She makes quick work of cutting both men free before trying to wake Sam up. As soon as Ben makes it to his feet, he starts barking orders. “You two need to get to the basement and lock yourselves in.”

“What’s going on?” I ask, grabbing a shirt from the floor so Rory isn’t roaming the house in bright red lingerie. “Who did this?”

“I’m not sure who it was, I was hit from behind.” He quietly responds as he starts ushering us toward the door. “Get to the basement and lock it, now!” He demands, “There’s only a few of us that know the codes to get down there. Stay put until one of us comes for you.”

We almost make it to the basement door when one of the new guards walks around the corner, eyes widening at the sight of Ben. Before I can even register what’s happening, the new guy pulls a gun and fires. Ben shoves us closer to the door as he hits the ground. We don’t waste any time flinging the door open and slamming it shut as soon as we’re through.

This door has five custom locks that slide into place at the push of a button. In order to unlock it, you have to put in five different codes, in a specific order. If you enter a number wrong, it’s automatically locked down for an hour, unless it’s unlocked from the inside.

“I’m not staying in this fucking basement.” I complain, making my way down the stairs. “We’re going back out there to help them.”

“I’m with you.” Rory rubs my arm, then puts in the combination to open the gun vault. The door pops open and we’re greeted with a huge variety of weapons. Most of them we don’t know how to use, or even know the names of, so we stick to the pistols that we know how to operate. They’re simple; flick the safety off, pull the thingy back, point and shoot. Fine, after this shit is over, we'll take a gun safety class or something.

We each grab two pistols, holding onto one and sliding the other in the back of our pants.

“Thank god I didn't put the thong on.” She mumbles, quietly making her way up the stairs. I follow close behind her, trying not to make any noise.

As we reach the top of the stairs, the hair on the back of my neck stands up. “I'm pretty sure there's someone on the other side of that door.”

My suspicion is quickly confirmed when someone knocks on the door. “It's me. We have to go!” Nyx shouts.

I push the button to unlock the door and wait for it to finish. Rory pulls the door open just in time to see a guy sneaking up behind Nyx. I open my mouth to warn her, but someone else comes into view, knocking him down before shooting him between the eyes.

Nyx turns around, smiling at her savior. “Hey, maybe you're not a worthless sack of shit after all, Greggy boy.” She pulls him in, smashing her lips against his. The kiss is fast, maybe two seconds tops, but when she pulls away from him, the attitude is right back. “Now, quit standing around before I change my mind again.”

She gestures for us to follow behind her quietly. “Silas should be here in a few minutes.” She informs us as we exit the house. We’re not more than a few feet out the door when a loud voice thunders behind us.

“STOP!” He shouts as we hear the distinct sound of a gun cocking. “One more step and I start shooting. Boss prefers us to bring you in alive, but the main part is bringing you in, whatever means necessary.”

The three of us turn to look at him, and I don’t miss the tears welling in Aurora’s eyes as she raises her arms in surrender. Raising my arms as well, I glare at the man who is now stalking toward us wearing a sinister smirk.

“Wipe that smile off your face before I take care of it for you.” Of course Nyx has something smart to say right now.

“You’ve got some balls, bitch.” He presses the barrel of his gun into her forehead and the little psychopath fucking smiles at him.

“You want to see my balls, big guy?” She pops the button of her jeans open and starts sliding them down her hips, not moving her head at all. Before she can get them down past her ass, she makes her move.

In one beautiful motion, she pulls the switchblade from her back pocket, flipping it open and slamming it up into his chin. His arm drops to the side and his mouth falls open, revealing the blade stuck up through his tongue. “Fucking pussy.” She spits, pulling the knife out and kicking him backwards. “Never bring a gun to a knife fight, bitch!” Pulling her pants back up, she shrugs at us. “Typical man. Only one head works at a time.”

Chapter 15

Luna

After Nyx gets her pants buttoned back up, we rush around the side of the house, looking for anybody that we can trust. The sounds of fighting inside the house draw our attention and I peer into one of the windows to see Ben being forced to his knees.

Lifting my weapon, I aim it through the window, and squeeze the trigger. That was a really stupid fucking idea. Glass goes flying everywhere, a piece gets stuck in the side of my face and I bite back the cry that is trying its damndest to escape.

“Fucking dumbass.” Nyx rolls her eyes as she pulls the shard of glass from my face. “Do you have any idea how lucky you are that it was only one piece?”

“I had to try to save him.” Hope blooms in my chest when I see Ben coming down the steps.

“Thank you.” He groans as he falls to the ground in front of us.

“Jesus fuck.” Nyx whines and pulls him against the side of the house, where hopefully it’s a little safer. “Where the fuck is Silas?”

“Watch it, little psycho.” A voice comes from behind us. “You’ll fuck around and get left here with these assholes.”

“You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?” She bats her eyes at him, standing up on her tippy toes to kiss him.

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