Page 40 of Jager's Prey
Angry and in pain, I eased to my knees, grabbed the handle of the knife still sticking out of his leg. Panting, I shoved it deeper then twisted it.
He screamed.
I didn’t care about his pain and that if he made it out of this alive, he’d be lucky to use that leg again. They’d shot Mack—and in my head the penalty for that was serious pain and or death.
I was fine granting him both.
I jerked to my feet and tackled him by slamming my shoulders into his midsection. The moment he hit the ground, I twisted my body, taking him by the throat between my ankles while bringing his right arm through my thighs and wrenching it backward. I then lifted one leg and brought it down into his face until he was bloody and dead.
Exhausted, I kicked the body away from me, then clutched my side and pushed to my feet.
“Nobody, fucks with my man.” I spat the dirt out at him, while swaying weakly.
I held my breath as I bent over to yank the knife from his leg, wiped the blood off on his shirt and shoved it back into the small holster.
“Nobody.”
Staggering on my feet, I made my way back inside to find Antonio tied up on an overstuffed chair, and Hermes tending to Mack.
“All you had to do was give me the boy.” Antonio gloated from his seat.
“And all you need to do is shut-the-fuck up.” I told him without looking away.
“It’s really simple.” Antonio continued as if I hadn’t said anything.
I whirled on him, and Hermes grabbed my arm.
“Easy, Huntress.” Hermes cooed.
We finished a makeshift bandage job on Mack’s arm, but I was worried about infection. The bullet had gone straight through, but I didn’t like the look of the wound. Mack winced as we helped him to his feet. As we made our way by Antonio, he kept making little comments. This time when my anger raged through me, Hermes stood back.
“You’re going to let her do this?” Antonio screeched after I backhanded him a few times.
“Lether?” Mack asked. “Allyouhad to do was leave Cage alone. But you couldn’t seem to control yourself. Now, you deal with her.”
“Come on.” Antonio laughed. “All she is, is a vagina. Let the men talk.”
I kicked him in the chest, so hard, the chair he sat in tilted dangerously backward before magically falling back on all four legs.
“That was for Cage.” I told him, hunching down to get his full attention. “But for shootin’ Mack, well, I guess it goes without sayin’ it’ll be worse. Themenaren’t gonna to speak with you no more. Now, you have to deal with the vagina.”
Grabbing a chair from across the room, I sat in front of Antonio, but he refused to look at me.
“I know I’m not cute, but I’m gonna need you to look at me.” I growled softly.
After a stabilizing breathe, I calmly retrieved the knife from my holster and sent in plunging into his thigh.
Antonio screamed and struggled at his restraints to lean over.
I pulled the knife out and snapped my fingers in front of his face.
“I don’t like repeatin’ ma-self.” I warned him. “Talkin’ is such a waste of energy sometimes.”
Antonio pushed against the ripped piece of cloth holding him securely to the chair. “Fuck you!”
“Do I have your attention?” I wanted to know. “Antonio, my eyes are up here.”
“That hurts!” Antonio moaned.
