Page 52 of Angel Condemned

I kicked aside another Roulex. I threw an elbow into the stomach of the guard and swung around to yank another one over my head.

Sweat coated my body, but I kept fighting. My muscles moved in a rhythm as I crept closer and closer to the opened door. A few more feet and I’d be in the main area of the prison. Closer to where they were keeping Jody.

A guard clipped me on the jaw. I grabbed him by the shoulders, kneeing him in the gut, before tossing him to the side.

Jody. I had to get to Jody. The mantra repeated over and over again in my mind. Each Roulex I was able to plow through, each enemy I hurt, brought me closer to her.

“Close the door,” a Roulex yelled. “Too many. Gas them.”

The hairs on my arms rose. If they gassed us again, they’d kill us. Wouldn’t allow any of us the opportunity to fight back. They’d ensure we were all dead before they returned to check.

“Go, go, go.” I rushed forward, thrusting my body into the door to help hold it back. Prisoners scrambled past me. The machine rattled and I strained against the weight of the door.

All too soon, I had to jump forward, sealing those who remained inside. I punched through the Roulex, but many of them turned tail and ran like the cowards they were.

“Axton,” a female voice said and my knees nearly buckled.

I spun to find Jody, covered in blood, and standing next to Knox. My ex-brother-in-law.

“You!” I dove for him. My hands around his throat and both of us tumbled to the ground. I squeezed and squeezed even though he punched me in the face. It was because of him that Celica had died. That we were in this fucking place. That Jody was in danger. He deserved to die.

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