Page 138 of All Your Hate

All we can do is leave my father’s body there with the others and hope no one finds them before we have time to clean up.

According to the tracker Wynter is still in the building.

Dean and I head the way Dmitri took her. If he didn’t take her outside that can only mean he wants to hurt her first. He’d want privacy for that. The image of him raping her assaults my mind and it’s all I can see. That and the blood-red haze descending over everything.

I hear a guttural scream down the hall to our right and sprint down there.

Wynter’s dagger is discarded on the floor. Splatters of blood around it. Picking it up, I look through the door next to me.

We’re still on the East side of the building and this is where most of the renovations are taking place.

Sheets of plastic hang around the room and I see a tall figure through one of them. My heart skips a beat at the blurry sight of black and red.

My queen is still standing.

Pulling the plastic aside, I see Dmitri sitting on a workbench in front of Wynter. One of his hands is flat next to him, the other is clutching his crotch. His gelled hair is a mess sticking up at odd angles and there’s fresh blood on his pale cheeks.

“Wynter,” I say roughly and she looks at me. Her eyes are wide and her chest is heaving. For a second I think she’s broken. Snapped. The smile on her blood-splattered face tells me she’s handling everything perfectly.

“Baby, you made it.” Her smile slips. “What happened?”

“My father’s dead,” I say numbly. There’s no point crying about it. He’s gone. All that matters now is getting Wynter home safely.

She grabs the back of my neck and pulls my forehead to hers. “I’m so sorry. Dmitri’s still breathing, for now. Would you like to take some of that pain out on him?”

She holds up her other hand and in it is a nail gun. Now I know why Dmitri’s not moving. She’s nailed one of his hands and his balls to the table.

Dean lets out a low whistle as he notices as well. “How did a little thing like you manage that?” he asks.

“Because men always think with their dicks first. Rather than taking me outside he dragged me in here to rape me first.”

And my little viper fought him and won. “I’m so proud of you, my love.”

I take the nail gun and return her dagger to her.

“You call me sick? You people are deranged!” Dmitri shouts.

"Do you ever shut up?" I hold the nail gun to his shoulder and fire one into him. His pained cry turns into a deep roar as he pulls his hand free from the table.

He strikes me. The jagged tip of the nail in his palm catches my skin, causing pain to sear across my eye. Stumbling back I drop the nail gun and I hear Wynter scream.

Blood blinds me in one eye making it hard to see clearly. But not enough to miss the scene in front of me. It's the most spectacular thing I've ever witnessed. Wynter plunges the dagger straight into Dmitri’s heart. Stabbing him over and over. “You worthless excuse for a human!”Stab. “You fucking pig!”Stab. “Die already.”Stab. “Leave us the fuck alone and die!”Stab. Stab. Stab.

Dean’s the one that has to tear her away from Dmitri’s limp body. The only thing stopping him from falling off the table are the nails in his balls.

“Jesus, woman. It’s over. He’s dead already.” Dean pries the dagger from her grip and she snarls at him.

“Let her go,” I say calmly and he listens straight away. Wynter tumbles into my arms and immediately fights me as the bloodlust clouds her mind. I waste no time in grabbing her jaw, forcing it open, and shoving my fingers inside. “He’s gone, my love. You did it.”

Like some feral creature possessed by its rage, she bites down while thrashing against my chest. I keep my fingers held firmly in her mouth and after a few seconds she blinks up at me and suckles them instead. “Noah,” she mumbles around them. Her eyes widen with horror as she takes in my face.

Pulling my fingers from her mouth she presses her palm to my blood-covered cheek. “Baby, you’re hurt.”

I swear every time I think I can’t love her even more she proves me wrong.

“I’ll be fine. Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” I peel her gloves off and check her for any cuts. Her hand has opened up again, but it doesn’t look too bad.

Softly she shakes her head. “He got a few hits in, but didn’t manage anything permanent.”

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