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“Better run, Sphinx,” Cypher laughs before the screen cuts out completely. The electrics all come back on, music blasts through the speakers, and strobe lights flash in time with the beat.

But there aren’t any dancers left on the floor.

Just a collection of lethal thugs and deadly assassins. All staring up at Max’s office. All with one goal in mind.

We’re fucked.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Echo

“How much ammunition have we got?” Veon asks as he cocks his gun.

“You’re seriously suggesting we fight our way out of here?” Angel says, his eyebrow cocked.

Veon cocks his head to one side, that scowl I used to like so much sitting above his pretty eyes. “You got a better idea?”

I glance at the dance floor, quickly counting up the thugs, and realise there’s at least twenty people down there, and who knows how many are waiting outside.

I recognise a few of the faces. Some of them are just street thugs, but there are a few better-known hitmen down there, including Sphinx’s Santiago. “I fancy our chances.”

“Of course you do,” Max says with a fond chuckle as he pulls a gun from his top drawer. Jeez, the man looks lethal holding a gun. Those dark grey eyes and the rolled-up sleeve shirts showing his tattoos and Christ on a cracker—I want to lick his arms. That’s unhealthy, right?

Meh, like I care.

I stroll over to him and wrap my fingers around his wrist.

“Echo, what are you—”

Max’s words falter as I swipe my tongue along the length of his forearm. The dark hairs on his arm rasp against my tongue, and the flavour of him consumes my taste buds. It’s spicy and dark, like his cologne, but underneath that are notes of him. Smoky and salty.

“What was that for?” Max asks, a little amused smirk tugging at his mouth.

I shrug. “I wanted to know if your forearms tasted as good as they looked. They do, by the way. You taste like you stepped out of hell.”

Angel snorts next to me. “Don’t encourage him. He already thinks he’s a devil.”

“Yeah, but at least he’sourdevil.”

A possessive spark burns in his eyes, turning them a brighter shade of silver. His eyes hold mine for a long moment, and heat prickles over my skin. The combination of his taste and our impending fight for survival has a heady feeling taking over my body. I’m practically humming with adrenaline.

Niki wraps a possessive arm around my waist and pulls me against his chest. “Is the thought of killing people turning you on, Rabbit?”

He scrapes his teeth along my jaw, and a shiver takes hold of my spine.

“As much as this is hot and all,” Sphinx grumbles. “Don’t you think we should be planning an escape?”

“Party pooper,” I say with a pout before looking up at Niki. “But yes, it’s turning me on.”

He answers my statement with a wolfish grin before walking over to the shelving on one side of the room, opening the cabinet and revealing a hidden space behind it. A hidden space full of weapons.

“Be still my beating heart,” I say with reverence as I walk towards it. So many pretties. My eyes dart over the collection, and ooh, there’s even a baseball bat. And is that a machete?

“I think our girl has died and gone to heaven,” Angel says, his tone warm and sweet like honey. He steps up next to me and loads up on weapons, tucking some in pockets and one down the back of his pants. He throws a holster on, and all of a sudden, instead of looking like an angel, he’s transformed into a being that could tear me to pieces in seven different ways.

I trail my finger over the leather strap crossing his chest. “I know we don’t have time now, but this is something I definitely want to play with.”

Angel smiles at me, and there’s something unsettling about the way it sits on his face. It’s a little unnatural, and I’m starting to wonder whether there might be something incredibly dark lurking beneath the surface of his sweeter nature.

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