Page 144 of Vengeful Guard

I make sure no one else is on the roof before climbing all the way on it and unsheathing the knife again.

Tiptoeing to him, I’m careful not to make a sound. I want to take out as many men as possible without alerting anyone to my presence.

My knife is tight in my hand as I slide it through his throat as I hold his head back by his hair. A swift and quick strike.

A red line appears along his collar, and blood starts to gurgle out.

As he stops breathing, I pull him away from the gun.

I clean my knife on his clothes, like I had his colleague, and then I take the gun, unload it, and dismantle it. If I miss one of Murphy’s men, there’s no way I want this gun used on me or Paige.

Leaving the big pieces of the gun scattereed, I put the bolt in my pocket and move on to the man’s backpack. Crouching beside it, I look inside and find a few smaller caliber guns, ammo, and a set of knives.

Nice!

I place the bolt inside the pack and put it on my back, making sure it’s secure, and tight enough. I peer over to the roof next to this one. A few feet to my right, below me is a man leaning against the wall, smoking.

A slacker. Lucky me.

With as many men as I am seeing here, I’m definitely in the right place. I went through the other buildings, just as I am this one, and there was just one man guarding each. ‘Was’ being the operative word.

Knife in hand and positioning myself just right, I jump down on the other side of the roof, right on top of the man, and shove the blade through his neck.

Quick, silent. Easy.

After making sure there are no more men in this roof or any of the surrounding ones, I peek around all sides and see no one, so I go back down and approach the front door.

Voices come from just inside.

“…crazy! We can’t move her to the second location,” a male-sounding voice says.

“We have to. Boss says?—”

“I don't care what boss says. She's been trying to get out of here since we brought her in. How are we supposed to take her?”

That’s my princess!

“Knock her out again.”

Again? These feckers touched her? They’re dead men walking.

I take a deep breath, trying to keep my wits about me. Rage threatens to take over, but I need to keep my head on my shoulders. At least until I find Paige.

I draw my gun, pull the door open, and take aim at the two pieces of shite there.

Fatty gets it first, right through the ear.

The skinnier man gasps, drawing his gun.

I duck behind a crate as he lets off a few shots.

Peering around the crate, I take aim and take him out at the knees.

He screams, blood pooling on the ground.

I shoot him in the hand that has the gun as I growl, heading toward him.

After picking up his and Fatty’s guns, and checking both for more as I keep my aim on him, I pause, looking around the room.

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