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Blake looks at me, interest sparking in her eyes as Zayden drives his fist into my stomach. It knocks the wind out of me, though I can’t help but laugh.
“Keep your goddamn mouth the fuck away from me.”
I smile up at him. “You say that now, but trust me, I give head like no one else.”
Zayden shakes his head as he pulls Blake down from the counter, covering her up as I do the same for Skyla. After I stuff my cock back in my pants of course.
“Where’s Dom?” Blake asks.
“Right here, baby,” he says as he steps through the door alongside Vincent.
Skyla practically shoves me out of the way and runs to Vincent. He holds her tight, burying his head into her hair as he begins speaking softly. I run a hand through my own hair as Dominic hugs Blake before he looks between Zayden and me.
“What did we miss?”
Zayden and I look at each other. There’s a smile playing on his lips that mirrors my own. Then we both shake our heads.
“Nothing,” we say together.
Dominic looks at us for a second longer, like he doesn’t believe us, before the door opens once more.
Ronan steps through with bags upon bags of takeout. “I’m home! Who’s hungry?” he calls out.
“Not me; I’m stuffed,” I say with a smirk.
Zayden looks to me with a smirk. “Me too. Couldn’t eat another bite.”
I cackle at that, clapping him on the shoulder. When he’s not being all uptight and slasher-killer-like, I really dig this crazy fucker.
Chapter Twelve
Vincent
Our search for Augustus came up short yesterday. We scoured the streets of Buffalo from top to bottom and came up empty, though Zayden was finally able to track down a nice little rat that could tell us where Augustus’s newest home was.
That’s what’s brought us to Chicago. An ostentatious mansion that would fit in well in Salem lies before us, all lights off as the residents get some much-needed rest. While they can.
Dominic was able to hack into the security feed and loop it so we could slip in and out. He was also able to confirm that our target is passed out in bed with a few women, no doubt prostitutes because I don’t think anyone would willingly sleep with the ugly piece of shit.
Thanks to Dominic, we literally walk through the front door. The cocky asshole didn’t even lock his fucking door. All three of us move our heads like they’re on a swivel as we assess the situation, ready for anything as we slowly creep up the grand staircase.
Zayden is the first to push through the door, followed by myself and Dominic. I can feel their distrust in me still, and I don’t blame them. I don’t exactly trust them either. It’s not in our nature to workas a team on anything. Well, maybe them, but they’re the exception. In our line of work, it’s kill or be killed, and the way you avoid being killed is by being the quickest and the fastest. Neither of those occur within a team too well, typically.
Just as Dominic’s surveillance told us, Augustus Popov is passed out in the middle of the bed, a naked woman on either side of him. One of them even has a needle still hanging from her arm. Lovely.
I see Zayden’s intent as he creeps towards the closest woman, his knife drawn, but I shake my head as I touch his arm. He frowns, questioning why I would cut into his playtime as I move closer to the bed. I’ll do whatever it takes to complete a job, but I don’t take pleasure in the kill the way Zayden does. I enjoy completing a mission, eradicating filth from this earth. Women, though? Women I don’t enjoy killing.
Okay, well, I did enjoy killing Annie Williams, but that girl was a nasty cunt, and she was trying to break my siren’s heart by forcing herself onto Ronan, so in that matter, it was a great pleasure. Regardless, these women aren’t the focus of our mission for the night, and the quicker we complete this, the quicker I can get home to my siren. Fuck knows what the others are up to with her.
I feel Zayden’s and Dominic’s eyes on me as I lean over one of the women to reach Augustus, carefully covering his mouth with my gloved hand before jamming my knife into his carotid. His eyes fly open as my blade sinks into his flesh, his grunts and groans muffled behind my hand as I twist the knife ninety degrees before sinking it in further. He attempts to buck against me before the fight slowly leeches out of him and his eyes go vacant. I twist the knife once more for good measure before ripping it out, essentially tearing his neck to shreds.
Blood pours from him by the liter, staining the crisp white sheets to a deep red. The unconscious women are soon surrounded by his blood, like they’re swimming in a crimson lake.
“Nicely done, Griggs,” Zayden says with a smile, a laugh begging to slip through his words as he holds his hand out, awaiting a high five or some shit.
He doesn’t whisper; in fact, I think he speaks loud enough to wake the girls on purpose. Their eyes flutter open, dazed and confused, before Zayden snaps one of their necks with a sharp crack while Dominic pulls out a gun and shoots the other between the eyes. Their swift actions take me by surprise and I stare at them.
“No loose ends, Griggs. We aren’t playing for fun—this is about our family,” Dominic says with a shrug before he turns and walks out into the hallway.
