Page 59 of The Last Time You Break Me

“Yes, sir.”

“Get out, stay focused,” I barked and everybody followed suit. “We got this, brother?”

“Bitch please, we didn’t waste all of those years in the military to let some punk-ass kid who is new to this world take us out now with a booby-trap.” He chuckled darkly and so did I.

When we served together, it was Dom’s rebellion from joining the life. We were young enough for him to get away with it before it was his time to rise in the ranks. Like him, his father was a good man, if not a little old-fashioned. And I guess, like Dom, his father was the same way inclined when it came to Mia.

She was tested into the ranks as well.

Dom was a little more than unforgiving with his father when it was their trial to prove though.

Can’t say I blame him, I did almost knock Dom’s ass out for his sick games.

Let’s face it, the entire family is twisted.

Wouldn’t change it for anything though.

We stalked through the woodlands, knees bent low to the ground. Each of us dressed in our military-grade armor that would deflect any attack. We blended into the night. A small cottage lit in a dimly glowing yellow light stood out from the distance.

“Stop!” I ordered, as I threw out my hand and caught Dalton by the scruff of his neck.

“What the fuck man,” he hissed as he turned to glare at me. I pointed at the trip wire bordering the property and he frowned, his face twisted into a pout. “Ah, shit. Thanks, man.”

“You moron.” I chuckled as I bent low to the ground and tested my finger along the length of it. I stared back at Dom and showed him my teeth. “Curiosity?”

“Never killed a smart cat.” Dom smirked like a shark as he used his fit physique to jump and lie flat to the ground in a steadfast push-up. “Come on lads, get down.”

“You two going to fuck shit up just for fun?” Dallas chuckled.

“Duh.” We both sang in unison.

“Aren’t you the elders that are supposed to be responsible?” Dylan chuckled.

“Call your father old again, boy, I’ll show you just how useldersdo it,” Dom sneered with a savage smile.

“Damn, the prospect of blood makes you crazed,” Dalton scoffed as he shook his head and burst out in a short, low laugh.

“Runs in the family,” I retorted. When we were all on the ground, laid low and stretched out wide enough to cover our heads, I pulled my knife from my leg sheath and cut the wire. An explosion rippled throughout the air, the heatwave blanketed us in an inferno as a cloud of fire billowed like a cloud in the sky and burst toward the cottage. The act sent my heart into a wild gallop as my energy soared and my ears rang. Everything was so hyper-sensitive, hyper-aware, and hyper-ready to slaughter.

But I could do that without my Hellcat.

“That was fucking awesome,” Dallas rushed with a look of joy on his face as he rolled over to look at the flaming sky.

“Cover your eyes, you idiot,” Dom chastised.

“Sorry, Pa.” He groaned as he rolled back over and buried his head into the dirt.

I chuckled, not at all bothered about my eyes as I risked a peek and saw that the explosion had died down. Sirens echoed, resounding throughout the woods as a chorus of chatter hastily spoken joined in with the fray.

“Security,” I grunted.

“Time for the kids to play. You two get Lucas,” Dalton instructed, easily falling into a leadership role and allowing any sense of humor to die hard from his features.

He was in stealth mode now.

We watched as the three of them crept from the shadows and with precise and hard-wired precision disarmed and dismembered every security member there was on the frontline.

“And you say that Lara is the nutcase,” I uttered under my breath.

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