Page 75 of Blood & Lace
“What is the meaning of this?” Nash asked.
His voice was calm contrary to the way his hands slightly trembled at his sides. I didn’t dare move, let alone breathe. They were all dead. I’d make sure of it.
Damian was relaxed in the sole chair in the middle. He pulled out a cigarette as the tension thickened in the room. No one said anything as he lit it and inhaled, his gaze sweeping over the weapons aimed his way. Smoke spilled free from between his lips in small wisps until he finally blew out a billow of smoke.
“Non lo so e non mi interessa. Uccideteli tutti.”
The order wasn’t even all the way out before we reacted. I grabbed the man closest to me and pressed the muzzle of my gun to his head and pulled the trigger. Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere. The sound of my gun going off rocked through me, leaving behind a faint ringing in my ears.
All hell broke loose as we attacked. Damian was up, chair in hand, swinging it into the men who surrounded him. It was pure madness, and we soaked it up like a sponge. I grabbed the person closest to me and slammed my head forward. Blood gushed out of his nose and down my forehead as I did it again. His pain filled groans were nothing more than whispers amongst the violence. I dropped him, putting a bullet in his chest before going for the next one.
My entire body rocked with the firing of my gun. I made sure not to shoot wildly in fear of hitting one of my brothers. A few stray bullets whizzed by me, slicing into my flesh as they grazed my bicep.
Fuck, now I was going to have to keep the suit.
Prince ended up next to me, coming up behind a guy and grabbing his head and twisting with the full strength of his body. The pop could be heard around the room as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body went limp. Prince dropped the guy without so much as a second glance.
I grabbed two more and slammed their heads together until one looked more like pulverized meat than a human. Nash and Damian were a whirlwind of movements that I could hardly keep track of.
My fist cracked against someone's face. The blow radiated up my arm and brought a smile to my face as I pulled back and slammed into his face again. He turned at the wrong time and my knuckles planted just below his nose. Teeth sliced into my flesh as they caved under the onslaught. I did it again and again, ignoring the pain that trickled through my limbs and had the world bursting with colors.
The bodies littered the floor as blood decorated me and my brothers. There was nothing like bathing in violence.
"Gentlemen.” A voice cut through the resounding orchestra of groans, broken bones, and pleads. “Gentlemen, please, you've more than proven yourselves.”
“Who the fuck is this?” Prince asked. He stood up, straightening out his suit as he slammed his foot down on some guy’s face. The screams that echoed off the walls were quickly drowned out by the groans and whimpers from anyone left alive. Because of who my brother was, he had a switchblade out in the next second and flung it down, embedding the sharp edge into the man’s eye. The pop was so quick I would have missed it if Ihadn’t been watching. Blood and fluid oozed out as Prince bent over and yanked the knife out.
I snorted a laugh as Prince used the guys clothes to clean his blade before putting it away. And some people said I was the cruel one.
Damian moved to stand before the man, not a single trace of worry etched on his face. Blood was splattered over his nose and chin like he’d started the process of bathing in it. His dark eyes were void of any light, and when my brother truly let himself go into the violence, there was never any humanity left in the brown pools. “You’ve come to join?”
The man smiled. “Oh no. That’s not why we gathered today.” He wore a suit that probably cost more than I had left in my bank account. “On the contrary, I came to fetch you for our meeting.” He didn’t look appalled at the amount of bloodshed or the fact that most of the men in the room with us were more than likely dead. He was a man accustomed to the darker side of the world. He effectively asserted himself as the man in charge. There were a few men behind him, looking far more grim about the sight before them than him.
I grabbed a guy that tried to tiptoe away. His face fit into the palm of my hand as I slammed it against the wall repeatedly until the plaster caved and his head split open. Blood and dust rained down as I dropped him like a sack of potatoes. No one fucked with my family, ever.
The man looked my way, watching with an amused glint in his gaze. His hair was mostly silver, taking a little bit of dark brown. Aged lines etched on his face made him look more distinguished than haggard. Overall, he was an okay looking man, but his gray eyes felt familiar. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why. There was no way in hell I’d ever meet up with him. I was willing to bed whoever I wanted, but I was certain he wouldn’t have gotten me hard. I think. It was hard as hell toremember anyone once I met Onyx. Everyone else was nothing more than a speck on my timeline leading up to the love of my life.
“You’re a big fella” His smile was wide but didn’t quite reach his eyes. It felt more as if he was studying me. “Done?”
I was used to people commenting on my size to the point I barely paid any mind to it. Not even close. I’d sleep better knowing all of them were dead. I stepped toward him, more than ready to add him to the corpses on the ground. He’d had something to do with all these idiots pointing guns at my brother. I didn't know how and I didn't care either. He was dead.
Nash’s hand stopped me in my tracks. It was tacky with blood, his knuckles split and a small white chunk poked out of his flesh. I stared at it for a second before picking it off. It was a fucking tooth. My shoulders shook as I tried to keep from laughing. Nash didn’t pay me any mind as he went to stand next to our brother.
More men dressed like Secret Service moved behind the older man. The ones who’d come with him from the start slipped behind their guards as reinforcements flooded in.
“What is he, the president or something?” I asked.
Prince sighed and gave me the look I was familiar with. He wanted me to keep my mouth shut. It was a reasonable question.
“Not too bright, is he?” the older man joked.
Damian's shoulders tensed as Nash took another step forward. Prince cracked his knuckles.
“You’re only alive because I want to know what this is all about. But don’t overestimate your value. Make the mistake of insulting my brother again, and I’ll make sure it is your last,” Damian said in a calm tone.
The man’s gaze stayed on my brother even as the silence built and the fine hairs on the nape of my neck stood up. I relaxed, more than ready to continue to kill. Blood on my hands feltnormal, almost soothing. The faster we killed them, the faster I got to go home to my husband.
“Damian Marino, correct?” the older guy said, more than asked. The way he smiled and moved further into the room, getting close but not too close, said he already knew who we were.
