Page 144 of Mystic's Sunrise

Fang didn’t even have time to raise his gun before Spinner slammed into him. They hit the dirt in a tangle of fists, blood, and pure fucking rage. This wasn’t a fight.

It was an execution.

Gunfire exploded in the dark, muzzle flashes lighting up the trees like strobe lights from hell.

I didn’t flinch.

Didn’t look away.

Drago raised his gun. I kicked it out of his hand before he could aim. It clattered across the ground and vanished into the dirt.

He came at me swinging, fast and mean. I ducked the first hit and drove my fist into his ribs, hard enough to feel something give. He staggered but didn’t fall.

Didn’t even slow.

Drago came back like a goddamn animal, teeth bared, fists wild. I blocked, countered, landed a solid punch to his jaw that sent blood flying. He spit and laughed like a lunatic.

“So the scarred freak’s in love with my ol’ lady,” he sneered. “She ain’t yours. She’ll never be. She’s belong to me—a whole man.”

“You motherfucker,” I snarled, lunging at him again.

More gunfire rang out behind us, Chain and Thunder had taken cover, returning fire in short, controlled bursts. Bolt was yelling something, but it was drowned out by the chaos.

I didn’t care.

All I saw was Drago.

We slammed into the ground, rolling through gravel and blood. I landed on top, hands around his throat, squeezing until his face darkened and his legs kicked.

“Where is she?” I hissed.

He just laughed, blood foaming at the corners of his mouth.

“You’re too late,” he wheezed.

A sharp crack split the air.

“DOWN!” Devil shouted.

I twisted, dragging Drago with me, just in time. The shot meant for my head slammed into his shoulder instead.

We traded blows, fists connecting with flesh, knuckles cracking against bone. He was fast, but I was meaner. More desperate.

He caught me with a hit to the jaw that made my ears ring.

I spit blood. “That all you got?”

Drago grinned through bloody teeth. “She screamed my name when I fucked her last night.Begged for more.”

I saw red.

I tackled him to the ground, straddling his chest, fists raining down. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

“You don’t touch her,” I growled, slamming his head into the gravel. “You don’t say her name.”

He laughed through it all. “She’s mine—”

That’s when I saw the flash of steel, his hand reaching for a blade.

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