Page 138 of Bratva Butcher

“You can ask me as many times as you like. The answer isn’t going to change.” She spat blood out of the side of her mouth and smiled. “I was just looking for a bathroom.”

Keeping low, I edged around the outside of the room as the two of them continued to talk, heading for one of the men standing just on the outskirts.

“You’re lying! Tell me! Which one of my enemies sent you?!”

Tucking the assault rifle behind my back, I snuck up behind the man, palming one of the knives strapped to my waist.

Autumn smirked. “Got no clue what you’re talking about, chief.”

I slapped my hand over the man’s mouth and rammed the blade into his back once, twice, three times. He struggled, choking behind my palm and trying to call for help, but all of his fellow companions were too busy looking at Autumn to notice. I pulled him behind a wall and slit his throat before lying him on the ground quietly.

Keeping my back to the wall, I stuck my head around the corner, eyeing my next target—a man with his back to me, standing next to an ugly, three seater couch that looked like it’d been to hell and back half a dozen times. He was the closest to me, which meant he was the furthest from Autumn and the other men.

“You expect me to believe that?” Baldy hissed. He removed the bloody rag from his face. “Look what you did to my eye!” he yelled, pointing to it.

Autumn leant forward, a quizzical expression on her face. “What eye?”

Baldy snarled and punched her in the nose. Her head snapped back, a curse flying from her mouth.

That motherfucker is going to lose that hand.

I slipped into the room without making a sound and took cover behind the couch. My target was to my right, only a few feet away from me. Adrenaline thrummed inside my body as I pulled another knife from one of the sheaths at my hip, waiting for the most opportune moment to attack.

It came when my target opened his mouth to yawn.

Swinging my arm in a fast and powerful arc, I sprung up behind him and plunged the blade into his open mouth at the same time as I swiped my other blade across his throat. He died instantly, unable to even make a sound. His body fell back onto me, and I guided him to the floor so the sound of him falling didn’t alert the others.

I somersaulted to the right, shuffled forward with quick but quiet movements and rammed my knife into the neck of another gang member as I slapped my palm over his mouth.

Three down, four to go.

“You don’t want to talk. Fine,” Baldy sneered. “I’ll just have tomakeyou talk.” Then his hands were around her neck, squeezing.

Autumn choked, thrashing in her chair.

I was out of time.

“Hey!” Four sets of eyes snapped to me in shock. I threw both of my knives, the weapons soaring through the air and hitting their targets, one lodging into a man’s forehead while the other plunged deep into another man’s throat.

I was moving before the men even fell to the ground, flinging my assault rifle into my hands as I dove out of the way of a stream of bullets.

“Who the fuck is that?! Get him! Get him now! Where the hell are Rob, Neil and Davidson?!” I heard Baldy yell, his voice laced with panic and fear.

That was good for me. Fear meant he wanted to live.

Too bad he isn’t going to.

I sprung up, sighted both men in half a second and fired.

Two bodies dropped to the ground.

Silence reigned over the room. The adrenaline hammering in my veins made my heart thump so fast that I could hear it in my ears. Unable to help myself, I did one more sweep of the space,even though I knew all the threats had been neutralised, before moving to Autumn.

I’d expected gratitude, possibly even a thank you to fall from her lips, but of course, I got neither.

“Who the fuck are you?” she snapped, glaring me down.

I pulled the helmet off my head, giving her a deadpan look. “Usually, people say ’thank you’ when their life has just been saved.”

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