Page 104 of Scarred Sins
Blair is right behind me, and Aria runs past me. I cuss under my breath, worry latched on my face at the reckless behavior. As she passes me, the mask covers her mouth, but her eyes are widened in excitement, and that’s even worse.
I halt, the thoughts pushed at the back of my head for a moment when a couple of people surround Blair and me. They don’t give us time to react; they immediately start shooting. From the corner of my eye, I see Blair pulling out her gun and firing the shot immediately.
Pride blooms in my chest, but I focus on the men that are in front of me. I evade the bullets with precision that I’d been taught, not a single one hitting or grazing my body. It gives me momentum, and I don’t waste time before pulling the trigger, hitting each one of them right between their eyes.
In any other circumstance, I would’ve tortured them. But they’re just brainless lackeys, addicted to the dirty money they’re getting from Simmons. The amount is rather pathetic, but so are they, and I’m not surprised that they’ve fallen under the charms of easy, quick cash.
When the men who attacked us have been dealt with, I turn to Blair.
She’s panting, her hands trembling a little, but she’s managed to take down two of them on her own whilst I dealt with the other five. Her cheeks are pink from the harsh wind, and she’s trying to regain her breath. When she’s certain they’re dead, she lowers the gun down to her sides, gripping it in her hands and taking a deep breath.
A few drops of blood landed on her face, but she didn't seem to notice them. I do. And the sight is so erotic that I have to pause for a moment to calm Arlo Jr. down. This isn’t the time nor place for such thoughts.
“Are you okay?”
Blair’s eyes snap to mine, and she nods, though her hands don’t stop trembling. She’s not revealing what she’s thinking or feeling, and it’s making me uneasy. I can’t have her suddenly start to panic because the bullets are still raining all around us, and one mistake could be fatal.
“I’m okay,’’ Blair mumbles. “It just…’’
“Just?”
“I just killed two people, Arlo. And I don’t feel anything. Not a single thing. Not remorse, not guilt, or even a hint of sympathy. I’m indifferent to the point it’s scary.’’
“It happens,’’ I sigh, taking her hand in mine and pulling her away from the shooting. “But right now, we can’t deal with that. The backup team is starting to come out; let’s head inside.’’
“Is that smart?” She asks.
“Mom and Dad will need help. Uncle Niko can’t help them on his own, and Aria is having too much fun playing around with these motherfuckers to be of any actual help. I’ll be right there with you, Blair, through it all.’’
Blair nods, and I immediately signal for her to follow me. She trails closely behind me, my eyes darting all around to spot anyone. A single man steps forward, and before I can react, Blair plunges a knife deep into his chest.
His face shows shock, disbelief, and pain as the wound on his chest starts gushing out blood. Blair pulls the knife out, the vigor splashing her. Her face shows no emotions, and it truly is scary; however, we have much bigger things to deal with right now.
When he falls down on the grass with a thud, I tug on her sleeve and pull her behind me as I continue to walk, gun in my hand and prepared.
From the corner of my eyes, I see Cove using his fists to beat two men to death at once. Is it practical? No, but Cove has never been the most practical person, and as long as he gets the job done, I won’t question his methods. We all have inner demons that crave satisfaction, and his is on the brutal side, where he needs to feel blood coat his hands in order to satisfy the blood thirst.
A man runs past me, seemingly running for his life. Aria follows suit, laughing deeply as she jumps on his back and slams him into the ground. These two will be the absolute death of me with their reckless, idiotic, moronic behavior.
Blair and I approach the back door, which has already been opened. Blood is on the tiles, screams coming from the inside. It’s pitch black, and if it weren’t for the bright light, I wouldn’t be able to see what’s happening on the inside.
I turn to Blair, whispering. “Stay here.’’
“What? No,’’ she protests, eyes narrowed. “I’m not staying put. If you wanted me to just come and watch, you shouldn’t have brought me at all.’’
Her stubbornness is starting to irritate me, but instead of snapping, I take a deep breath and lower my voice.
“I’m not telling you to stay put indefinitely. I need to see what’s going on inside, and I can’t do that and watch over you.’’
She scoffs. “Don’t treat me like a child. I wanted this, and I can do it. You don’t have to babysit me, Arlo.’’
“I’m begging you, stay here and shoot if need be. I believe you can do that without a hitch. Just until I check the inside, and I’ll be right back for you.’’
Reluctantly, she agrees, though she’s pouting. She looks at me once before stepping outside, next to the door and scanning the area, both the gun and knife tightly gripped in her hands, ready to be used. She murmurs faintly, and it brings a small smile to my face.
“Stay safe.’’
I enter the manor, and I’m greeted by the awful stench of blood. Simmons’ men are still pouring in, the women trying to hide behind the furniture. My heart clenches because some of them are lying on the floor, unmoving, in the pool of their own blood.
