Page 95 of Matteo

“We can take him, he’s weakened by the submersion tank,” the tech on the right nodded, making a grave mistake by taking his eyes off me.

The other never said a word his eyes trained on me the entire time.

Smart,my Corsican whispered ready to move into the driver's seat of my mind. But he should’ve run already.

All it took was a split second, and we sprang into action. My Corsican moved fast, slamming the heel of his hand into one of the tech’s faces. Poor bastard never realized what was happening.

He crumpled to the ground already out like a light. The remaining tech’s eyes were wide with fear, and I could smell itrolling off of him. I didn’t have to be a mind reader, he couldn’t understand what was going on.

This had never happened in the time I’d been here.

Rain,my Corsican seethed as the technician’s baton began to surge with electricity.We must get to her.

The tech swung on us but we wasted no time in whopping his ass. He swung the baton at us inching closer and closer until we snatched it from him and began the other man’s face in. Blood sprayed everywhere and the primal side of us began to sing, demanding more death.

More blood.

With both techs out of the way, I got back to the window and saw Rain was still strapped to the table. There were doctors in white lab coats now, with clipboards and vitals had been thrown up onto a screen.

Get down there,my Corsican growled.

I’m sure more surprises are waiting, let's play this smart,I threw back.

I was on the verge of turning away when a sudden stillness washed over my entire body. My mother, Alaska Zacharra, had marched into the observation room with her head held high and an unmistakable glint of victory dancing in her eyes. Her lips curled into a triumphant smirk as if she had just clinched an unspoken victory.

“Fuck,” another growl tore loose from my mouth.

Spinning around I snatched both key cards from the techs before racing down the hallway.

The key cards were clutched so tightly I thought they might rip through my palms, while my Corsican fueled us with adrenaline. I wanted to shake the image of Rain strapped to a table from my mind but it had my Corsican going crazy.

He wanted blood and death and destruction and he would have it.

No matter what we would get to Rain.

Rounding the corner, I caught sight of the door leading to the observation deck. I should have been prepared for what was coming next but my mind had become muddled with thoughts of saving Rain.

It never occurred to me that my mother’s lap dog would be waiting.

Xander was leaning against the wall in a relaxed manner, one shoulder pressing into the concrete wall. A grin stretched across his stupid fucking face and I knew he’d been the one to bring Rain here.

That’s our fucking face,my Corsican reminded us.

My double was dressed in some sort of black tactical gear, possibly armor. I was not dressed for battle.

“I told her this was a bad idea,” the grin on his face almost faltered. “But you know Mother, always experimenting with different what-ifs and combinations trying to find what makes us tick.”

Rage began to boil inside of me, my Corsican was yearning to snap his neck. “Did you bring our woman here?”

The motherfucker had the nerve to chuckle. “You know it won’t matter soon. You’ll be dead and I’ll be fucking her every chance I get. Breeding her…she’s perfect for it…breeding.”

“It’s never going to happen,” I said calmly clenching my fist.

“Little Rain Drop is gonna suck up all my cum into her womb and bare me …”

My Corsican had had enough and slid back into my mind’s driver seat, raging and desperate for a kill. He began to punch and kick, but Xander was faster than I remembered.

He maneuvered like he’d been fighting since birth, dodging my Corsican’s blows.

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