Page 90 of Axe
“Where the hell is it?” She stabbed him dead in the middle of his thigh as she screamed her question.
His sinister laugh rang out as he tried to play off his pain.
“Check his cut,” Brass said seeming to be the smartest out of all of us. Why didn’t I think of that before?
Bocca leaned over and patted him down, then reached into his cut and you know what, pulled out a damn ugly ass brown leather journal. He tossed it to Cal, who flipped through it then walked it over to Vice.
“We good?” Cal asked and I could see that he didn’t want to waste any more time.
“He’s all yours,” Vice said after he flipped through the pages and decided it was everything he needed.
“I told you that you would see your end,” Allison said as she stabbed the fuck outta him.
And not just once.
No, she didn’t stop until she was covered in his blood and Savage seemed like he was struggling to pull air into his lungs.
“Baby?” I whispered calmly. It seemed that no one dared to try and stop her. And while we all had a reason to want to get a slice in, I think we all silently agreed that she had more than earned the right to take that away from us. “Baby,” I said more firmly.
“Looks likeI’mthe one who gets to seeyourfear,” she said a little too calmly.
Then the knife reared back over her head, and with a force that made me cringe, she drove it down between his legs. His gargled screams filled the room and she stumbled back into my arms. I didn’t hesitate to wrap them around her and hold her tightly.
Cal took a step forward, raised his gun, and with one clean shot, the Devil was finally dead.
“I need a damn drink,” Cal muttered as he shook his head. “Alright, body count for us. Need to see who we lost, who’s fucked up, and who can still walk. Get those SUVs in here and let’s get loaded and out. Then we burn this place to the ground.”
He paused and turned to Mr. Clean.
“And how in the fuck is it that you are here anyway?”
“Long story?” Clean supplied and it sounded more like a question than an answer.
“Found your psychic?” Diesel said, a hint of amusement in his tone.
“Yep.”
“FBI. Nobody move.” A loud, deep voice called out from behind us.
Well.
Fuck!
