Page 106 of Peaceful Chaos

"Once you're out of the way, I'm going to take the bitch home with me. She needs a real man," he taunts me.

"As far as last words go, those were pretty eloquent. I'll make sure to share them with your next of kin," I say.

I glance down at the gun in my hand, but there are too many people who could be hit if I miss my target. Too many of ours, I mean, I don't give a single shit about anyone else. I shove it into the back of my waistband and decide to use my hands. I've always appreciated getting my hands dirty.

He rushes me, and I step out of the way. Just as I thought, his size works against him. He's slow as fuck, and just as stupid. He comes back and swings wide with his right, opening up his body. The man doesn't know how to block for shit.

A couple of quick jabs to his kidneys and one to his throat drops him to his knees. Giving up on fighting me, he reaches behind him where I can make out the butt of a gun.

Striking out fast, I grab both sides of his head and twist. The cracking sound of his neck breaking seems to bounce off the walls, as does the thud his body makes when it smacks against the wooden stage.

One down, two more to go.

They start to back away from me, trying to reach the door. Did I say I would let anyone trying to get away leave? Not these guys. Once you're on my list, there's only one way off. Death.

I let the metallic taste of my fear, the smell of blood, and the whistling of Raven's knives fill me. Every moment since we walked into this building lured my monster out to play. One last time I'm going to be who I was made to be, a killer. I'm Damien's Ghost, one more time. They see me, and the look of horror on their faces makes my heart sing.

My prey is far enough away from everyone on our team. I pull the gun out from the back of my pants and rack a bullet in the chamber. Two shots, both dead center, and my list is clear.

"Sin, can you hear me? Sin!" I blink, and I see Javier standing in front of me. He didn't come in here with us.

He grasps his hair with both hands, yanking hard. "Holy fuck," he says to himself.

The fog of rage starts to retreat, and I take a real look around the room. There are bodies everywhere. Not a single one of ours is even injured, but anyone who didn't run when the fighting broke out is bleeding on the floor.

None of it matters. I search for Raven and find her staring blankly at the bodies surrounding her. She's covered in blood splatters and breathing hard.

"Raven," I say softly. I know better than to try and jolt her out of the trance that follows a traumatic event.

Blue eyes land on me and slowly come back to focus. "I killed them," she mutters, pointing at the bodies with a knife in her hand.

"You did what you had to do," I try and calm her.

The knife slips out of her hand. "I know. I'm glad they're dead. They were as much a part of the problem as the men who provide them with entertainment. If there wasn't a demand, there wouldn't be men like my father out there to supply them. They had to die."

The law might disagree, hell, most of society might as well, but they weren't here. No one hurts my wife and walks away.

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