Page 115 of Twisted Revelations

“Take the rag off her face, shit for brains!” I yelled, but the man was too afraid of Luke to move. Dax flung the doors open and stood next to Luke, shirtless, bruised, and battered, but strong, sure, and deadly. I’d never been so thrilled to see a man until that moment when Dax emerged.

His gaze landed on me before he charged and struck the asshole standing at Beverly’s head. The hard lick with the butt of his gun had the man stumbling back as he fell against the wall at his side.

Luke marched up to the table and yanked the cloth from Beverly’s face. He and Dax didn’t give one damn they’d strolled past DG6 members. It was the coldest brushoff I’d ever seen. They were like animals that knew the cowardly prey behind them wouldn’t have the balls to attack.

Luis stumbled away from Luke and tripped over the man Dax had knocked in the head. His back struck the wall as he struggled for balance and to keep his hands raised. Dax stood in front of me. Our eyes met for a split second before he observed the rope holding me in place.

Luke fixed his gaze on Luis standing across the table as he made quick work removing the restraints anchoring Beverly to the table. She continued to cough and struggled to breathe as he soothed her into taking steady breaths.

Dax lifted and sat his knee against the wall below me before he assisted me into a kneeling position atop his muscular thigh. He cut me loose with his free hand while he used the other to support my body.

My gaze found the men who had tortured Beverly. They were as sorry as they were dumb. As soon as I was free, Dax lowered my body to the floor with careful ease. I shook and rubbed my hands and arms, fighting to regain my circulation.

When my fingers started to tingle with life, I snatched the spare weapon from Dax’s ankle and put a bullet in the asshole who had held that rag over Beverly’s face. His brains and blood didn’t spray out like most headshots. Instead, his eyes went wide as the hole in the center of his head oozed a trail of slow-moving blood.

His surprised expression was followed up by his body going stiff before collapsing to the floor, revealing the hole that had split the back of his head open. With his body face down on the floor, I glimpsed his brain matter and blood bubbling up from the crack like a swarm of roaches scurrying from an infested hole.

I stood over the dying man, cursing him as his body twitched. “You fucking asshole!” I kicked his expiring body. “That’s for punching me in the face!” I kicked him again. “That’s for torturing my friend. Torture somebody now, you dick!”

The man was dead. I knew it. His body was all muscle movements and spasms, but I didn’t care as I continued to kick him, expelling my rage the only way I knew how.

“Laura, I wanted to question him,” Dax stated, not sounding the least bit sorry that I’d shot the man dead. Dax proceeded to talk to me, but I didn’t acknowledge his words.

“Dax, will you get her before she finds a way to bring him back to life and kill him all over again?” I heard Luke say. Beverly was wrapped tight in his arms, but his perplexed gaze was aimed at me killing a man that was already dead.

Next thing I knew, strong arms wrapped around my waist and lifted me off my feet. I was pulled away from the dead man, cursing and not ready to let go of my anger. Once I’d calmed enough to focus, I was placed back on my feet. My attention went immediately to Beverly.

Luke had her standing against him, one of his muscled arms holding her weak body up. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and every other second, she would release a deep hacking cough.

Luis was the last man standing. His hands remained raised. If he knew what was coming to him, he’d make one of us kill him.

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